Poem by Isaac Watts

Psalm 100

A plain translation. Praise to our Creator.

Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory sing.

The Lord is God; 'tis he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work, and not our own,
The sheep that on his pastures live.

Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure. 

1. Psalm 46. Part 1 (God is the refuge of his saints)
2. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
3. Hymn 39 (Now shall my inward joys arise)
4. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)
5. Psalm 42. Part 1 (With earnest longings of the mind)

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