Psalm 97 (Version 4)

Ye islands of the northern sea,

Rejoice, the Saviour reigns;

His word like fire, prepares his way,

And mountains melt to plains.

His presence sinks the proudest hills,

And makes the vallies rise

The humble soul enjoys his smiles,

The haughty sinner dies.

The heavens his rightful power proclaim

The idol-gods around

Fill their own worshippers with shame,

And totter to the ground.

Adoring angels at his birth

Make the Redeemer known;

Thus shall he come to judge the earth,

And angels guard his throne.

His foes shall tremble at his sight,

And hills and seas retire

His children take their unknown flight,

And leave the world in fire.

The seeds of joy and glory sown

For saints in darkness here

Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown,

And a rich harvest bear.