Sing ye with praise un­to the Lord
A new and plea­sant song;
For He hath wrought through­out the world
His won­ders great and strong.

With His right hand ful­ly wor­thi­ly
He doth His foes de­vour:
And get Him­self the vic­to­ry,
With His own arm and pow­er.

The Lord doth make His peo­ple know
His sav­ing health and might;
The Lord doth make His jus­tice show,
In all the hea­then’s sight.

His grace and truth to Is­ra­el,
In mind He doth re­cord;
That all the earth hath seen right well
The good­ness of the Lord.

Be glad in Him with joy­ful voice,
All peo­ple of the earth;
Give thanks to God, sing and re­joice,
To Him with joy and mirth.

Upon the harp un­to Him sing,
Give thanks to Him with psalms;
Rejoice be­fore the Lord our king,
With trum­pets and with shalmes.

Yea, let the sea with all there­in
For joy both roar and swell;
The earth like­wise let it begin,
With all that there­in dwell.

And let the floods re­joice their fills,
And clap their hands apace;
The earth like­wise let it begin,
Before the Lord His face.

For He shall come to judge and try
The world and ev­ery wight,
And rule the peo­ple might­ily,
With jus­tice and with right.