Make a Joyful Noise
(Psalm 100:1–5)

1To the overseer; a song of chanting. Shout ye for joy to God, all the earth:

2Play ye on the harp, the glory of his name: set the glory of his praise.

3Say to God, How terrible thy works! in the multitude of thy strength thine enemies shall lie to thee.

4All the earth shall worship to thee, and they shall play on the harp to thee; they shall play on the harp to thy name. Silence.

5Come and see ye the works of God: terrible the doing upon the sons of man.

6He turned the sea into dry land: they will pass through the river on foot: there we shall rejoice in him.

7Ruling by his strength forever; his eyes will look about upon the nations: they turning away shall not lift up for themselves. Silence.

8Ye peoples bless our God, and cause the voice of his praise to be heard.

9He set our soul in life, and he gave not our feet to waver.

10For thou didst try us, O God, thou didst prove us as purifying of silver.

11Thou broughtest us into the net; thou didst set a heavy burden upon our loins.

12Thou didst cause men to ride upon our head; we went through fire and through water: and thou wilt bring us forth to abundance.

13I will go into thine house with burnt-offerings: I will repay to thee my vows,

14Which my lips opened and my month spake in straits to me.

15I will bring up to thee burnt-offerings of marrows with incense of rams; I will do oxen with he goats. Silence.

16Come, hear, and I will recount, all ye fearing God, what he did for my soul.

17I called to him with my mouth, and he was lifted up under my tongue.

18If I saw vanity in my heart, Jehovah will not hear.

19Surely God heard; he attended upon the voice of my prayer.

20Praised be God who turned not away my prayer, and his mercy from me.