Psalm 100 (Version 2)

Sing to the Lord with joyful voice;

Let every land his name adore;

The British isles shall send the noise

Across the ocean to the shore.

Nations, attend before his throne

With solemn fear, with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create, and he destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men;

And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again.

We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame:

What lasting honours shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy Name!

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand

When rolling years shall cease to move.