Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice.
My lips shall much rejoice in thee, when I thy praises sound; My soul, which thou redeemed hast, in joy shall much abound.
Let us before his presence come with praise and thankful voice; Let us sing psalms to him with grace, and make a joyful noise.
My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.