Come, let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.

O come, let us sing for joy to the Lord,
Let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.

For He is our God,
And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand.
Today, if you would hear His voice,

For the Lord is a great God
And a great King above all gods,

Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving,
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.

“Therefore I swore in My anger,
Truly they shall not enter into My rest.”

Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
As in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.

“For forty years I loathed that generation,
And said they are a people who err in their heart,
And they do not know My ways.

In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.

“When your fathers tested Me,
They tried Me, though they had seen My work.