To the chief Musician, A Song or Psalm.

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^1All lands to God in joyful sounds,

aloft your voices raise.

^2Sing forth the honour of his name,

and glorious make his praise.

^3Say 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.

^4All on the earth shall worship thee,

they shall thy praise proclaim

In songs: they shall sing cheerfully

unto thy holy name.

^5Come, and the works that God hath wrought

with admiration see:

In's working to the sons of men

most terrible is he.

^6Into 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.

^7He ruleth ever by his pow'r;

his eyes the nations see:

O let not the rebellious ones

lift up themselves on high.

^8Ye people, bless our God; aloud

the voice speak of his praise:

^9Our soul in life who safe preserves,

our foot from sliding stays.

^10For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,

as men do silver try;

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

bands on our loins to lie.

^12Thou 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.

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

to thee my vows I'll pay,

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

when trouble on me lay.

^15Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams

with incense I will bring;

Of bullocks and of goats I will

present an offering.

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

what he did for my soul.

^17I with my mouth unto him cry'd,

my tongue did him extol.

^18If in my heart I sin regard,

the Lord me will not hear:

^19But surely God me heard, and to

my prayer's voice gave ear.

^20O let the Lord, our gracious God,

for ever blessed be,

Who turned not my pray'r from him,

nor yet his grace from me.