Now with joy­ful ex­ul­ta­tion
Let us sing Je­ho­vah’s praise,
To the Rock of our sal­va­tion
Loud ho­san­nas let us raise;
Thankful tri­bute glad­ly bring­ing,
Let us come be­fore Him now,
And with psalms His prais­es sing­ing,
Joyful in His pre­sence bow.

For how great a God, and glo­ri­ous,
Is Je­ho­vah whom we sing;
Over id­ol gods vic­to­ri­ous,
Great is He, our God and king.
In His hand are earth’s deep plac­es,
His the strength of all the hills,
His the sea whose bounds He trac­es,
His the land His boun­ty fills.

To the Lord, such might re­veal­ing,
Let us come with re­ver­ence meet,
And, be­fore our mak­er kneel­ing,
Let us wor­ship at His feet.
He is our own God and leads us,
We the peo­ple of His care;
With a shep­herd’s hand He feeds us
As His flock in pas­tures fair.

While He prof­fers peace and par­don
Let us hear His voice to­day,
Lest, if we our hearts should hard­en,
We should per­ish in the way;
Lest to us, so un­be­liev­ing,
He in judg­ment shall de­clare:
Ye, so long My Spir­it griev­ing,
Never in My rest can share.