Beasts wild and tame,

In various forms,
Exalt his name.

Birds, flies, and worms,

8 Ye kings, and judges, fear
The Lord, the sovereign King:
And while you rule us here,

His heavenly honours sing.

Nor let the dream Make you forget
Of power and state His power supreme.
Virgins, and youths, engage
To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age

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Their feebler voices join.

Wide as he reigns | By every tongue

His name be sung

In endless strains.

10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above;

He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his lov.

While earth and sky | His saints shall raise Attempt his praise, His honours high.

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PSALM 148.-L. M. [*]

Paraphrased. Universal praise to God.

LOUD tos where creatures

OUD hallelujahs to the Lord [dwell;

Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

Note. This Psalın may be sung to a different metre,
by adding the two following lines to every stauza, viz.
Each of his works his name displays,
But they can ne'er fulfil his praise.

2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns!-
Let every angel bend the knee!
Sing of his love in heavenly strains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.

3 High on a throne his glories dwell,
An awful throne of shining bliss:
Fly through the world, O sun, and tell
How dark thy beams compar'd to his.
4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
In sounds of dreadful praise declare;
And the sweet whisper of his name
Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air.

5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree
To join their praise with blazing fire:
Let the firm earth and rolling sea
In this eternal song conspire.

6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill;
Vallies, lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from ev'ry hill
Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky.
7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines,
Bend your high branches, and adore;
Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains:
The lamb must bleat, the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme;
Nature demands a song from you:
While the dumb fish that cut the stream
Leap up and mean his praises too.

9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains, and lofty kings!
10 Wide as his vast dominion lies,
Make the Creator's name be known:
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.
11 JEHOVAH! 'tis a glorious word
O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue!

But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. PSALM 148.-S. M. [*] Universal praise.

ET ev'ry creature join

God;

Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.

Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays,
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

He built those worlds above,
And fix'd their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

Ye vapours, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers of snow,

Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show.

5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord,

6

When ye in dreadful storms conspire
To execute his word.

By all his works above

His honours be exprest;

But saints that taste his saving love
Should sing his praises best.

PAUSE I.

Let earth and ocean know

They owe their Maker praise:

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Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below,
And monsters of the seas.

From mountains near the sky

Let his high praise resound,
From humble shrubs and cedars high,
And vales and fields around.

Ye lions of the wood,
And tamer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,
And he expects your praise.
10 Ye birds of lofty wing,
On high his praises bear,
Or sit on flow'ry boughs, and sing
Your Maker's glory there.

11 Ye creeping ants and wornis,
His various wisdom show;
And flies, in all your shining swarms,
Praise him that drest you so.

12 By all the earth-born race,
His honours be exprest;

But saints, that know his heavenly grace, Should learn to praise him best.

PAUSE II.

13 Monarchs of wide command,
Praise ye th' eternal King;
Judges, adore that sovereign hand,
Whence all your honours spring.

14 Let vig'rous youth engage

To sound his praises high; While growing babes and with'ring age Their feebler voices try.

15 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise;

God is the Lord; his name alone
Deserves our endless praise.

16 Let nature join with art,

And all pronounce him blest; But saints that dwell so near his heart, Should sing his praises best.

PSALM 149.-C. M. [* ]

Praise God, all his saints; or, the saints judg ing the world.

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1 ALL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

And let your songs be new;

Amidst the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders shew.

The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shan their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her King.

S The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn:
The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints should be joyful in their King,
E'en on a dying bed;

And like the souls in glory sing,
For God shall raise the dead.

5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues, Their hand shall wield the sword:

And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.

6 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear,

Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends
Who humbly lov'd him here.