O make a joy­ful noise, ye lands,
And serve the Lord with fear;
With glad­ness wait His high com­mands,
And with a song draw near.

Know that the Lord is God alone,
He made us and will keep,
For His we are, and not our own,
His peo­ple and His sheep.

With glad thanks­giv­ing throng His gates,
His good­ness to pro­claim;
Within His courts, where mer­cy waits,
Give thanks and bless His name.

For He is good, and time shall prove
His mer­cies ev­er sure,
And while the ag­es on­ward move
His truth shall still en­dure.