Psalm 95 (Version 3)

Come, let our voices join to raise

A sacred song of solemn praise;

God is a sovereign King; rehearse

his honours in exalted verse.

Come, let our souls address the Lord,

Who fram'd our natures with his word;

He is our Shepherd; we the sheep

His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

Come, let us hear his voice to-day,

The counsels of his love obey;

Nor let our harden'd hearts renew

The sins and plagues that Israel knew.

Israel, that saw his works of grace,

Yet tempt their Maker to his face;

A faithless unbelieving brood

That tir'd the patience of their God.

Thus saith the Lord, "how false they prove;

"Forget my power, abuse my love;

"Since they despise my rest, I swear,

"Their feet shall never enter there."

[Look back my soul, with holy dread,

And view those ancient rebels dead;

Attend the offer'd grace to-day,

Nor lose the blessing by delay.

Seize the kind promise while it waits,

And march to Zion's heavenly gates;

Believe, and take the promis'd rest;

Obey, and be for ever blest.]