Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
For the Lord is great and greatly to be praised
Blessed is the man whom You instruct, O Lord,
And teach out of Your law
Forever shall thy throne endure,
Thy promise stands forever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.
Your testimonies are very sure;
Holiness adorns Your house,
O Lord, forever.
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
and bless his works, and bless his word;
thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
how deep thy counsels, how divine!
O Lord, how great are Your works!
Your thoughts are very deep.
If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come
My song forever shall record
The tender mercies of the Lord;
Your faithfulness will I proclaim,
And ev’ry age shall know your name