William Billings - Sing ye merrily - текст песни (слова)

Sing ye merrily unto God our strength.
 Make a cheerful noise unto the God of Jacob.
 Take the psalm, bring hither the tabret,
 And merry harp with the lute.
 Blow ye the trumpet, in the new moon,
 Even in the time appointed and on our solemn feast day.
 For this was made a statute in Israel,
 And a law of the God of Jacob.
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
 As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
 World without end, Amen.