Psalm 66

To the chief Musician, A Song or Psalm.

1        All lands to God, in joyful sounds,

                   aloft your voices raise.

2        Sing forth the honour of his name,

                   and glorious make his praise.

3        Say unto God, How terrible

                   in all thy works art thou!

          Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee

                   shall be constrain'd to bow.

4        All on the earth shall worship thee,

                   they shall thy praise proclaim

          In songs: they shall sing cheerfully

                   unto thy holy name.

5        Come, and the works that God hath wrought

                   with admiration see:

          In's working to the sons of men

                   most terrible is he.

6        Into dry land the sea he turn'd,

                   and they a passage had;

          Ev'n marching through the flood on foot,

                   there we in him were glad.

7        He ruleth ever by his pow'r;

                   his eyes the nations see:

          O let not the rebellious ones

                   lift up themselves on high.

8        Ye people, bless our God; aloud

                   the voice speak of his praise:

9        Our soul in life who safe preserves,

                   our foot from sliding stays.

10      For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,

                   as men do silver try;

11      Brought'st us into the net, and mad'st

                   bands on our loins to lie.

12      Thou hast caus'd men ride o'er our heads;

                   and though that we did pass

          Through fire and water, yet thou brought'st

                   us to a wealthy place.

13      I'll bring burnt off'rings to thy house;

                   to thee my vows I'll pay,

14      Which my lips utter'd, my mouth spake,

                   when trouble on me lay.

15      Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams

                   with incense I will bring;

          Of bullocks and of goats I will

                   present an offering.

16      All that fear God, come, hear, I'll tell

                   what he did for my soul.

17      I with my mouth unto him cry'd,

                   my tongue did him extol.

18      If in my heart I sin regard,

                   the Lord me will not hear:

19      But surely God me heard, and to

                   my prayer's voice gave ear.

20      O let the Lord, our gracious God,

                   for ever blessed be,

          Who turned not my pray'r from him,

                   nor yet his grace from me.