Metrical 'Old Version' (John Hopkins)
English text
1 The earth is all the Lord's, with all
Her store and furniture;
Yea, his is all the world, and all
That therein doth endure:
2 For he hath fastly founded it
Above the seas to stand,
And plac'd below the liquid floods,
To flow beneath the land.
3 Who is the man, O Lord, that shall
Ascend unto thy hill?
Or pass into thy holy place,
There to continue still?
4 E'en he whose hands and heart are pure,
Which nothing doth defile.
His soul not set on vanity,
And hath not sworn to guile:
5 Him that is such a one, the Lord
Most highly will regard,
And from his God and Saviour shall
Receive a just reward.
6 This is the generation of
Them that do seek his grace,
E'en them that with an upright heart,
O Jacob, seek thy face.
7 Ye gates and everlasting doors,
Lift up your heads on high:
Then shall the King of glorious state
Come in triumphantly.
8 Who is the King of glorious state?
The great and mighty Lord;
The mighty Lord in battle strong,
And trial of the sword.
9 Ye gates and everlasting doors,
Lift up your heads on high:
Then shall the King of glorious state
Come in triumphantly.
10 Who is the King of glorious state?
The Lord of hosts it is:
The kingdom and the royalty
Of glorious state is his.
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Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady)
English text
1 This spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fulness is;
The world, and they that dwell therein,
By sov'reign right are his.
2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,
And his Almighty hand
Upon inconstant floods has made
The stable fabrick stand.
3 But for himself this Lord of all
One chosen seat design'd;
O who shall to that sacred hill
Desir'd admittance find?
4 The man whose hands and heart are pure,
Whose thoughts from pride are free ;
Who honest poverty prefers
To gainful perjury.
5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord
Shall show'r his blessings down,
Whom God his saviour shall vouchsafe
With righteousness to crown.
6 Such is the race of saints, by whom
The sacred courts are trod;
And such the proselytes that seek
The face of Jacob's God.
7 Erect your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes
With his celestial train.
8 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.
9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes
With all his shining train.
10 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory he alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.
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English text
Earth, big with empires, to thy reign
Submits, great God, its wide domain;
Whate'er this orb's vast bounds confine,
By just possession, Lord, is thine:
That orb amid the wat'ry waste
Thy hands, best Architect, have plac'd,
And bid th'unfathomable deep
Beneath its firm foundations sleep.
Lord, who shall to thy hill ascend?
Who suppliant at thine altars bend,
Then joyful find a sure abode,
And own the presence of his God?
Whose hands and heart from guilt are free,
Who ne'er to idols bow'd the knee,
Nor, studious of deceit, would try
By oaths to consecrate a lie.
On such th'Almighty from above
Shall heap the blessings of his love,
And, purg'd from sin's transmissive stain,
Admit them to his sacred fane.
Such only form the chosen choir,
Whose feet, with licens'd step, aspire
To visit Sion's blest abode;
Who seek the face of Jacob's God.
Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!
And who this King of glory? say,
That Lord who bears th'eternal sway,
Who, cloth'd with strength, to war descends,
And conquest on his sword attends.
Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!
And who this King of glory? say,
The God, whom Heav'n's high hosts obey:
In him that King of glory view,
And yield to him the homage due.
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