Psalm C (100) Poem by William Kethe

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.

The Lord ye know is God indeed,
Without our aid he did us make;
We are his flock, he doth ns feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto'
Praise, laud, and bless his Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.