Psalm 95 - Metrical

Verse 1

Come, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise: God is a sov'reign King; rehearse His honour in exalted verse.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey, Nor let our harden'd hearts renew The sins and plagues that Isra'l knew.

Verse 4

Isra'l, that saw his works of grace Yet tempt their Maker to his face; A faithless unbelieving brood, That tir'd the patience of their God.

Verse 5

Thus saith the Lord, "How false they prove! "Forget my pow'r, abuse my love; "Since they despis'd my rest, I swear, "Their feet shall never enter there."

Verse 6

Look back, my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead; Attend the offer'd grace to-day, Nor lose the blessings by delay.

Verse 7

Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Sion’s heav'nly gates; Believe and take the promis'd rest; Obey, and be for ever blest.