Sing to the Lord a new made song, Let earth in one assembled throng

I Sing to the Lord a new-made song;
Let earth in one assembled throng
her common Patron's praise resound:
2 Sing to the Lord and bless his Name,
From day to day his praise proclaim,
who us has with salvation crown'd:
3 To heathen lands his fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe.

4 He's great, and greatly to be prais'd;
In majesty and glory rais'd
above all other deities:
5 For pageantry and idols all
Are they, whom gods the heathen call;
he only ruses, who made the skies:
6 With majesty and honour crown'd,
Beauty and strength his throne surround.

7 Be therefore both to him restor'd,
By you, who have false gods ador'd;
ascribe due honour to his Name:
Peace-off'rings on his altar lay,
Before his throne your homage pay,
which he, and he alone, can claim.
9 To worship at his sacred court,
Let all the trembling world resort.

10 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,
and banish'd justice will restore;
11 Let therefore heav'n new joys confess;
And heav'nly mirth let earth express;
its loud applause the ocean roar;
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for his triumph find a voice.

12 For joy let fertile vallies sing,
The chearful groves their tribute bring,
the tuneful choir of birds awake,
13 The Lord's approach to celebrate;
Who now sets out with awful state,
his circuit through the earth to take:
From heav'n to judge the world he's come,
With justice to reward and doom.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #XCVI