Bring the Lord a song nobody has sung yet, Praise raised in the gathering of His people. Let Israel be glad in the One who made them; Let Zion's children delight in their King. Praise His name with dance and rhythm, With the timbrel and the harp. The Lord takes pleasure in His people And beautifies the meek with salvation. Let the saints rejoice in glory, Sing aloud upon their beds. Let God's high praises fill their voices, And a two-edged sword remain in hand. To execute the written judgment On the nations and their kings: This honor belongs to all His saints. Praise the Lord.