Scripture Verse

Say unto God, How terrible art Thou in Thy works! Through the greatness of Thy power shall Thine enemies submit themselves unto Thee. Psalm 66:3


Nahum Tate (1652–1715)

Words: From A New Ver­sion of the Psalms of Da­vid, by Na­hum Tate & Ni­cho­las Bra­dy, 1696, num­ber 66.

Music: Lan­sing (Sab­bath), in The Sab­bath Hymn and Tune Book (New York & Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ma­son Bro­thers & J. E. Til­ton, 1859), page 26 (🔊 pdf nwc). Note: Due to the me­ter of this tune, a verse in this hymn would be need to be skipped (or a verse re­peat­ed).

Alternate Tune:

  • Aberdeen pos­si­bly by An­drew Tait, 1749 (🔊 pdf nwc)


Let all the lands with shouts of joy
To God their voices raise;
Sing psalms in honor of His name,
And spread His glo­ri­ous praise.

And let them say, How dreadful, Lord,
In all Thy works art Thou!
To Thy great power Thy stubborn foes
Shall all be forced to bow.

Thro’ all the earth the nations round
Shall Thee their God confess;
And with glad hymns their awful dread
Of Thy great name express.

O! come, behold the works of God,
And then with me you’ll own,
That He to all the sons of men
Has wondrous judgments shown.

He made the sea become dry land,
Thro’ which our fathers walked;
Whilst to each other of His might
With joy His people talked.

He by His power for ever rules;
His eyes the world survey:
Let no presumptuous man rebel
Against His sovereign sway.

O! all ye nations, bless our God,
And loudly speak His praise;
Who keeps our souls alive, and still
Confirms our steadfast ways.

For Thou hast tried us, Lord, as fire
Does try the precious ore:
Thou brought’st us into straits where we
Oppressing burdens bore.

Insulting foes did us, their slaves,
Thro’ fire and water chase;
But yet at last Thou brought’st us forth
Into a wealthy place.

Burnt offerings to Thy house I’ll bring,
And there my vows I’ll pay;
Which I with solemn zeal did make
In trouble’s dismal day.

Then shall the richest incense smoke,
The fattest rams shall fall,
The choicest goats from out the fold,
And bullocks from the stall.

O! come, all ye that fear the Lord,
Attend with heedful care;
Whilst I, what God for me has done,
With grateful joy declare.

As I before His aid implored,
So now I’ll praise His name;
Who, if my heart, had harbored sin,
Would all my prayers disclaim.

But God to me, whene’er I cried,
His gracious ear did bend;
And to the voice of my request,
With constant love attend.

Then blessed for ever be my God,
Who ne­ver, when I pray,
Withholds His mercy from my soul,
Nor turns His face away.