English poem
THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XCVII
by John Barnard (1815–1882)
Jehovah reigns, let all the Earth, Triumphantly rejoice; And let the Multitude of Isles Unite their chearful Voice. Thick Clouds and Darkness him surround, His Counsels are unknown; But Righteousness, and Judgment, are The Basis of his Throne. Fire march'd before; his Foes around Sink in the burning Flood. His Light'nings blaz'd thro'out the World; Earth saw, and trembling stood. The solid Mountains melt, like Wax, Before Iehovah's Face; Before that Lord, whose sov'reign Rule, O'er all the Earth, takes Place. Th' extended Heav'ns, his Righteousness, Have publish'd all abroad; And all the World have clearly seen, The Glories of our God. May all that graven Idols serve, And boast in earthly Clods, Of all their Folly be asham'd; Him worship all ye Gods. Sion, and Iudah's Daughters, heard, With Joy, thy Judgments, own'd. For o'er the Earth, thou, Lord, art high, Above all Gods enthron'd. O ye that love, and fear, the Lord, All Evil disesteem; The holy Souls he'll guard, and them From wicked Hands redeem. For just, and upright Men, are sown, Immortal Light, and Bliss. Rejoice, ye Just, in God; with Thanks, Record, his Holiness.