Oh Come, Let Us. Sing to thy LORD! Let Us Shout Joyfully to thy Rock Of Our Salvation* Let Us Come before His Presence with Thanksgiving* Let US Shout Joyfully top Him with Psalms* For thy LORD is The Great GOD* and thy Great King Above All Gods* In His Hand Are Thy Deep Places of the EARTH* Thy Heights oF thy Hills are His Also* Thy Sea Is His, for He Made It* and His Hands Formed the Dry Land* Oh. Come, Let Us Worship and Bow-Down* Let Us Kneel before thy LORD Our Maker* For He is Our GOD* aNd we are thy People of His Pasture* and tHy Sheep Of His Hand* Today, if Thou will Hear His Voice* Do not Harden Thy Hearts, as in the Rebellion, as in thy Day Of Trail in thy Wilderness* When Thy FATHERS Tested Me* They Tried Me, Though thou Saw My Work. For Forty Years I Was Grieved with that Generation, and said, it is a People who go Astray in their Hearts, and thy do not know My Ways* So I Swore in My Wrath, thy shall not enter My Rest