Sing to God a song anew;
He doth mighty marvels do;
He in holiness and might
Brings the nations to his light,
Working his salvation!
From the house of Israel,
God has sent Emmanuel;
Now the furthest nations praise,
“Glories in the highest” raise,
Lauding his salvation!
Psalmists, prophets, lift your lyre;
Saints in melody inspire;
Angels, with a heav’nly sound,
Blow your trumpet all around—
Harmonize salvation!
Rivers, seas, and hills resound:
In your midst your Maker’s found;
He will judge with equity
All upon the earth that be,
Righteous in salvation!
Come, Lord Jesus, even so,
To redeem the earth below;
Bring the lowly and the least
To enjoy thy marriage feast,
Joy of our salvation!
This in no way does justice to the psalm, but there is a certain giddiness to it that is hard to put into other words than it already has. Sometimes a poor retelling is how we nevertheless internalize heady things. That is to say, maybe it is more for me than you? Yet share my giddiness.
Also check out Poor Bishop Hooper’s rendition of the psalm (such as on Spotify), which is delightful. Its mood inspired me to this poem.
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