O Make a Joyful Noise

O make a joy­ful noise

ye lands

And serve the Lord with fear;

With glad­ness wait His high com­mands

And with a song draw near.

Know that the Lord is God alone

He made us and will keep

For His we are

and not our own

His peo­ple and His sheep.

With glad thanks­giv­ing throng His gates

His good­ness to pro­claim;

Within His courts

where mer­cy waits

Give thanks and bless His name.

For He is good

and time shall prove

His mer­cies ev­er sure

And while the ag­es on­ward move

His truth shall still en­dure.