English poem
THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XCIX
by John Barnard (1815–1882)
Jehovah sov'reign King doth reign, Let guilty Sinners quake; He sits between the Cherubims, The Earth let reel, and shake. The Lord, in Sion, great appears, High o'er all People rais'd. By them, thy great, and dreadful Name, Which holy is, be prais'd. The King, in all his Strength, delights In Judgment; he ordains What's right; in Iacob, Justice he, And Equity, maintains. Iehovah, our great God, exalt, And worshiping bow down; Prostrate, before his Foot stool, fall, For he's the holy One. Moses, and A'ron, with his Priests, Sam'el, with those addrest His sacred Name, call'd on the Lord; Who answer'd their Request. God, from the Pillar of a Cloud, Declar'd to them his Will; Then they his Testimonies kept, And Statutes did fullfill. Thou answer'dst them, O Lord, our God; Thy People for their Sake, Forgavest oft, yet on their Works, Did'st just Revenges take. Therefore exalt the Lord, our God, And in his Courts adore; Because Iehovah, our great God Is Holy evermore.