Psalm 24 (Version 1)

The earth for ever is the Lord's,

With Adam's numerous race;

He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,

And built it on the seas.

But who among the sons of men

May visit thine abode?

He that has hands from mischief clean,

Whose heart is right with God.

This is the man may rise, and take

The blessings of his grace;

This is the lot of those that seek

The God of Jacob's face.

Now let our soul's immortal powers

To meet the Lord prepare,

Lift up their everlasting doors,

The King of glory's near.

The King of glory! who can tell

The wonders of his might!

He rules the nations; but to dwell

With saints is his delight.