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The Psalms of David · Psalm 95

Come, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise; God is a sovereign King, rehearse His honors in exalted verse.

Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who framed our natures with his word; He is our Shepherd; we the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

Come, let us hear his voice today, The counsels of his love obey; Nor let our hardened hearts renew The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.

Isr'el, that saw his works of grace, Yet tempt their Maker to his face; A faithless, unbelieving brood, That tired the patience of their God.

Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove Forget my power, abuse my love! Since they despise my rest, I swear, Their feet shall never enter there."

[Look back, my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead; Attend the offered grace today, Nor lose the blessing by delay.

Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heav'nly gates: Believe, and take the promised rest; Obey, and be for ever blest.]