1 The earth is all the Lord's, with all
her store and furniture:
Yea his is all the work, and all
that therein doth endure.
2 For he hath fastly founded it
above the seas to stand:
And laid alow the liquid floods,
to flow beneath the land.
3 For who is he, O Lord that shall
ascend into thy hill?
Or passe into thy holy place,
there to continue still?
4 Whose hands are harmlesse, and whose heart
no spot there doth defile:
His soule not set on vanity
who hath not sworne to guile.
5 Him that is such a one the Lord
shall place in blissfull plight:
And God his God and Saviour
shall yield to him his right:
6 This is the brood of travellers,
in seeking of his grace:
As Jacob did the Israelite,
in that time of his race.
7 Ye Princes ope your gates, stand ope
the everlasting gate:
For there shall enter in thereby
The king of glorious state.
8 Who is the King of glorious state?
the strong and mighty Lord;
The mighty Lord in battell stout,
and triall of the sword.
9 Ye Princes ope your gates, stand ope
the everlasting gate:
For there shall enter in thereby
The king of glorious state.
10 Who is the King of glorious state?
the Lord of hosts it is;
The kingdome and the royalty
of glorious state is his.