Psalm 100

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with mirth, 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 folk, He doth us 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 forever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood
And shall from age to age endure.
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