The Earth Belongs unto the Lord

The earth be­longs un­to the Lord

And all that it con­tains;

The world that is in­hab­it­ed

And all that there re­mains.

For the foun­da­tions there­of

He on the seas did lay

And He hath it es­tab­lish­èd

Upon the floods to stay.

Who is the man that shall as­cend

Into the hill of God?

Or who with­in His ho­ly place

Shall have a firm abode?

Whose hands are clean

whose heart is pure

And in­to van­ity

Who hath not lift­ed up his soul

Nor sworn de­ceit­ful­ly.

He from th’Eter­nal shall re­ceive

The bless­ing him up­on

And right­eous­ness

ev’n from the God

Of his sal­va­tion.

This is the ge­ne­ra­tion

That af­ter Him in­quire

O Ja­cob

who do seek Thy face

With their whole heart’s de­sire.

Ye gates

lift up your heads on high;

Ye doors

that last for aye

Be lift­ed up

that so the King

Of glo­ry en­ter may.

But who of glo­ry is the King?

The migh­ty Lord is this;

Ev’n that same Lord

that great in might

And strong in bat­tle is.