Metrical 'Old Version' (John Hopkins)
O sing ye now unto the Lord
A new and pleasant song,
For he hath wrought throughout the world
His wonders great and strong:
With his right hand full worthily
He doth his foes devour,
And gets himself the victory
With his own arm and pow'r.
The Lord doth make the people know
His saving health and might,
And also doth his justice show
In all the heathen's sight.
His grace and truth to Israel
In mind he doth record,
And all the earth hath seen right well
The goodness of the Lord.
Be glad in him with joyful voice,
All people on the earth,
Give thanks to God, sing and rejoice
To him with joy and mirth:
Upon the harp unto him sing,
Give thanks to him always,
Rejoice before the Lord our King,
With trumpets sound his praise.
Yea, let the sea with all therein
For joy both roar and swell.
The earth likewise let it begin,
With all that therein dwell.
And let the floods rejoice their fills,
And clap their hands apace:
Yea, let the mountains and the hills
Triumph before his face.
For he shall come to judge and try
The world and every wight,
And rule the people mightily
With justice and with right.
Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady)
Sing to the Lord a new-made song,
Who wondrous things has done;
With his right hand and holy arm
The conquest he has won.
The Lord has through th'astonish'd world
Display'd his saving might,
And made his righteous acts appear
In all the heathen's sight.
Of Israel's house his love and truth
Have ever mindful been;
Wide earth's remotest parts the pow'r
Of Israel's God have seen.
Let therefore earth's inhabitants
Their cheerful voices raise,
And all with universal joy
Resound their Maker's praise.
With harp and hymn's soft melody,
Into the concert bring
The trumpet and shrill cornet's sound,
Before th'Almighty King.
Let the loud ocean roar her joy,
With all that seas contain;
The earth and her inhabitants
Join concert with the main.
With joy let riv'lets swell to streams,
To spreading torrents they;
And echoing vales from hill to hill
Redoubled shouts convey;
To welcome down the world's great Judge,
Who does with justice come,
And with impartial equity
Both to reward and doom.
Metrical Paraphrase by Isaac Watts
PART 1. (C.M.)
To our Almighty Maker, God,
New honors be addressed;
His great salvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.
He spake the word to Abraham first;
His truth fulfils the grace;
The Gentiles make his name their trust,
And learn his righteousness.
Let the whole earth his love proclaim
With all her diff'rent tongues,
And spread the honors of his name
In melody and songs.
PART 2. (C.M.)
Joy to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature sing.
Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.