Classic Poem

Part I.

N EW composed ditties sing
To our Everlasting King;
You, all you of human birth,
Fed and nourish'd by the earth,
Celebrate Jehovah's praise,
Daily His deliv'ries blaze.
His glory let the Gentiles know,
To the world His wonders show.
O how Gracious! O how Great!
Earth His footstool, Heav'n His seat.
To be fear'd and honour'd more
Than those gods whom fools adore;
Idols by their servants made;
But our God the heav'ns display'd.
Honour, beauty, pow'r Divine,
In His sanctuary shine.
All, who by His favour live,
Glory to Jehovah give,
Glory due unto His Name,
And His mighty deeds proclaim.
Off'rings on His altar lay,
There your vows devoutly pay.

Part II.

In His beauteous holiness
To the Lord your pray'r address.
All whom earth's round shoulders bear,
Serve the Lord with joy and fear.
Tell mankind Jehovah reigns;
He shall bind the world in chains,
So as it shall never slide,
And with sacred justice guide.
Let the smiling heav'ns rejoice,
Joyful earth exalt her voice;
Let the dancing billows roar,
Echoes answer from the shore;
Fields their flow'ry mantles shake,
All shall in their joy partake;
While the woods' musicians sing
To the ever-youthful spring.
Fill His courts with sacred mirth;
He, He comes to judge the earth.
Justly He the world shall sway,
And His truth to men display.