1 O come, loud Anthems let us sing,
Loud Thanks to our Almighty King:
For we our Voices high should raise,
When our Salvation's Rock we praise.

2 Into his Presence let us haste
To thank him for his Favours past;
To him address in joyful Songs,
The Praise that to his Name belongs.

3 For GOD the LORD, enthron'd in State,
Is with unrivaled Glory great;
A King superior far to all,
Whom Gods the Heathen falsely call.

4 The Depths of Earth are in his Hand,
Her secret Wealth at his Command;
The Strength of Hills that threat the Skies,
Subjected to his Empire lies.

5 The rolling Ocean's vast Abyss
By the same sov'reign Right is his:
'Tis mov'd by his Almighty Hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid Land.

6 O let us to his Courts repair,
And bow with Adoration there:
Down on our Knees devoutly, all,
Before the LORD our Maker fall.

7 For he's our GOD, our Shepherd he,
His Flock and Pasture Sheep are we;
If then you'll (like his Flock) draw near,
To Day if you his Voice will hear.

8 Let not your harden'd Hearts renew,
Your Fathers' Crimes and Judgments too;
Nor here provoke my Wrath, as they,
In desart Plains of Meribah.

9 When thro' the Wilderness they mov'd,
And me with fresh Temptations prov'd,
They still, thro' Unbelief, rebell'd,
While they my wond'rous Works beheld.

10 They forty Years my Patience griev'd,
Tho' daily I their Wants reliev'd:
Then--'Tis a faithless Race, I said,
Whose Hearts from me have always stray'd;

11 They ne'er will tread my righteous Path,
Therefore to them in settled Wrath,
Since they despis'd my Rest, I sware,
That they should never enter there.