A plain translation. Praise to our Creator. <br /> <br />Ye nations round the earth, rejoice <br />Before the Lord, your sovereign King; <br />Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, <br />With all your tongues his glory sing. <br /> <br />The Lord is God; 'tis he alone <br />Doth life, and breath, and being give; <br />We are his work, and not our own, <br />The sheep that on his pastures live. <br /> <br />Enter his gates with songs of joy, <br />With praises to his courts repair; <br />And make it your divine employ <br />To pay your thanks and honors there. <br /> <br />The Lord is good, the Lord is kind, <br />Great is his grace, his mercy sure; <br />And the whole race of man shall find <br />His truth from age to age endure.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-100/
