Psalm 96 (Version 2)

Let all the earth their voices raise

To sing the choicest psalm of praise,

To sing and bless Jehovah's name:

His glory let the heathens know,

His wonders to the nations show,

And all his saving works proclaim.

The heathens know thy glory, Lord;

The wondering nations read thy word,

In Britain is Jehovah known:

Our worship shall no more be paid

To gods which mortal hands have made;

Our Maker is our God alone.

He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,

He made the shining worlds on high,

And reigns complete in glory there:

His beams are majesty and light;

His beauties how divinely bright!

His temple how divinely fair!

Come the great day, the glorious hour,

When earth shall feel his saving power,

And barbarous nations fear his name;

Then shall the race of man confess

The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.