Poem November 23, 1935 Issue

The One Hundredth Psalm

WILBUR EDGERTON SANDERS

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, ye lands;
Unto Him, O nations, truth and love be bringing;
Serve the Lord with gladness, good His purpose stands;
Come before His presence, praise His name with singing.

Know ye that the Lord He is our God and King;
He hath made us to fulfill His holy pleasure.
We are all His people, joyous let us sing
Glad hosannas unto Him in glorious measure.

Come into His courts with grateful love and praise,
And His gates, O people, enter with thanksgiving.
Let our God be glorified to endless days,
In whose mercy everlasting all are living.

For the Lord is ever good, His name we bless;
And His truth endureth to all generations.
He, our God, is Love, the Lord our righteousness,
King of kings and Lord of lords o'er all the nations.

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