Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases

¹All lands to God in joyful sounds,

aloft your voices raise.

²Sing forth the honour of his name,

and glorious make his praise.

³Say unto God, How terrible

in all thy works art thou!

Through thy great pow’r thy foes to thee

shall be constrain’d to bow.

⁴All on the earth shall worship thee,

they shall thy praise proclaim

In songs: they shall sing cheerfully

unto thy holy name.

⁵Come, and the works that God hath wrought

with admiration see:

In’s working to the sons of men

most terrible is he.

⁶Into dry land the sea he turn’d,

and they a passage had;

Ev’n marching through the flood on foot,

there we in him were glad.

⁷He ruleth ever by his pow’r;

his eyes the nations see:

O let not the rebellious ones

lift up themselves on high.

⁸Ye people, bless our God; aloud

the voice speak of his praise:

⁹Our soul in life who safe preserves,

our foot from sliding stays.

¹⁰For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,

as men do silver try;

¹¹Brought’st us into the net, and mad’st

bands on our loins to lie.

¹²Thou hast caus’d men ride o’er our heads;

and though that we did pass

Through fire and water, yet thou brought’st

us to a wealthy place.

¹³I’ll bring burnt off ‘rings to thy house;

to thee my vows I’ll pay,

¹⁴Which my lips utter’d, my mouth spake,

when trouble on me lay.

¹⁵Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams

with incense I will bring;

Of bullocks and of goats I will

present an offering.

¹⁶All that fear God, come, hear, I’ll tell

what he did for my soul.

¹⁷I with my mouth unto him cry’d,

my tongue did him extol.

¹⁸If in my heart I sin regard,

the Lord me will not hear:

¹⁹But surely God me heard, and to

my prayer’s voice gave ear.

²⁰O let the Lord, our gracious God,

for ever blessed be,

Who turned not my pray’r from him,

nor yet his grace from me.