The Psalms of David ‎#II.XCII

II.XCII. Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys

1 Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys
Through the whole Nation run;
Ye British Skies, resound the Noise
Beyond the rising Sun.

2 Thee, mighty God, our Souls admire,
Thee, our glad Voices sing,
And join with the Celestial Choir
To praise th' eternal King.

3 Thy Pow'r the whole Creation rules,
And on the starry Skies
Sits smiling at the weak Designs
Thine envious Foes devise.

4 Thy Scorn derides their feeble Rage,
And, with an awful Frown
Flings vast Confusion on their Plots,
And shakes their Babel down.

[5 Their secret Fires in Caverns lay,
And we the Sacrifice;
But gloomy Caverns strove in vain
To 'scape all searching Eyes.

6 Their dark Designs were all reveal'd,
Their Treasons all betray'd;
Praise to the Lord that broke the Snare
Their cursed hands had laid.]

7 In vain the busy Sons of Hell
Still new Rebellions try,
Their Souls shall pine with envious Rage,
And vex away and die.

8 Almighty Grace defends our Land
From their malicious Pow'r;
Let Britain with united Songs
Almighty Grace adore.

Text Information

• First Line: Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Church: Its Safety and Protection; God All in All; Song for November 5th; Church: Her Enemies dsappointed
• Notes: Composed the 5th of November, 1694

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