And all shall last,

His firm decree

From changes free;

Stands ever fast.

4 He mov'd their mighty wheels,

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In unknown ages past;
And each his word fulfils,
While time and nature last.

In diff'rent ways,

His works proclaim

His wondrous name, And speak his praise.

United zeal be shown,

His wondrous fame to raise,

Whose glorious name alone

Deserves our endless praise.

Earth's utmost ends His pow'r obey;

His glorious sway

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The sky transcends.

Virgins and youths engage,

To sound his praise divine;

While infancy and age

Their feebler voices join.

Wide as he reigns, His name be sung,

By ev'ry tongue,

In endless strains.

Let all the nations fear

The God who rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love.

While earth and sky
His saints shall raise

Attempt his praise, His honours high. TATE and WATTS, united.

PSALM CXLVIII. 2nd Part. Hallelujah Metre. ×

Praise from all the Creatures.

FIRST PART.

1 To your Creator, God,
Your great Preserver, raise,
Ye creatures of his hand,
Your highest notes of praise.

Let ev'ry voice

His name adore,

Proclaim his pow'r,
And loud rejoice.

2 Let all creation join,
To pay the tribute due;
Ye heav'nly hosts, begin,
And we shall learn of you.

Let nature raise,

A gen❜ral song

From ev'ry tongue,

Of grateful praise.

3 Thou source of light and heat,

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Bright ruler of the day,

Dispensing blessings round,

With all diffusive ray :

From morn to night, With ev'ry beam,

Record his name,

Who gave thee light.

Thou moon, in radiance mild,
With all thy starry train,

Which rise in shining hosts,

To gild th' etherial plain :

With countless rays, Declare his name,
Prolong the theme, Reflect his praise.

5 Ye clouds, or fraught with show'rs,
Or ting'd with various dies,

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That pour your blessings down,
Or charm our gazing eyes :

His goodness speak,

His praise declare,

As through the air You shine or break.

Ye winds, that shake the world,

With tempests on your wing,

Or breathe in gentle gales,

To waft the smiling spring:

Proclaim aloud,

As you fulfil

His soy'reign will, The pow'rful God.

SECOND PART.

1 Ye rivers, as ye flow,
Convey your Maker's name,
Where'er you winding rove
On ev'ry silver stream.

Your cooling flood,

To bless the plains;

His hand ordains,
Great spring of good!

2 Ye num'rous bleating flocks, Far spreading o'er the plain, With gentle artless voice,

Assist the humble strain.

To give you food,

Its verdure yield

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He bids the field

Extensive good.

Ye herds of nobler size,

Who graze in meads below;

Resound your Maker's praise,

In each responsive low.

You wait his hand; The herbage grows,

The riv'let flows

At his command.

Ye feather'd warblers, come,

And bring your sweetest lays;
And tune the sprightly song

To your Creator's praise.

His work you are; He tun'd your voice,

And you rejoice

Beneath his care.

THIRD PART.

Ye trees, which form the shade,
Or bend the loaded bough
With fruits of sweetest taste,
Your Maker's bounty show.

From him you rose; Your vernal suits

And autumn fruits

His hand bestows.

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Ye lovely verdant fields,

In all your green array,

Though silent, speak his praise,

Who makes you bright and gay.

While we in you,

Profusely spread,

With future bread,

His goodness view.

3 Ye flow'rs, which bloom around

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A thousand beauteous dies,

Your fragrant odours breathe,

A grateful sacrifice :

To him whose word Gave all your bloom
And sweet perfume; All bounteous Lord!

But, O, from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow;
And ev'ry thankful heart

With warm devotion glow.

Your voices raise,

Above the rest,

Ye highly blest,
Declare his praise.

Assist me, gracious God,

My heart, my voice inspire;
Then shall I grateful join
The universal choir.

Thy grace can raise My heart and tongue,

And tune my song

To lively praise.

Mrs. STEELE.

PSALM CXLVIII. Particular Metre. *

1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty name ;

Lo! heav'n, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound,
While all th' adoring throngs around
His wondrous mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the loudest string.

3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God,
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph rides the King of kings;
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipt your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

6 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,
In heav'nly praise employ ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heav'n's wide arch repeat the sound,
The gen❜ral burst of joy.

B. WILLIAMS's Collection.