Beasts wild and tame, In various forms, Birds, flies, and worms,

Exalt his name. 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. 9 Virgins, and youths, engage

To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age.

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 .

His saints shall raise Attempt his praise,

While earth and sky | His honours high.

PSA 148.-L. M. [*] Paraphrased. Universal praise lo God.

From distant worlds where creatures 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 everv stanza, viz

Each of his works his name displays,

But they can ne'er fulfil his praise.
. The Lord! how absolute he reigas!

Let every angel bend the knee !
Sing of his love in heavenly strains,
And speak how fierce bis 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 firın 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 JEROVAh! 'tis a glorious word

O may-it dwell on ev'ry tongue !

1 L God ;

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
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,

And sound his name abroad. 2 Thou sun with golden beams,

And moon with paler rays,
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,

Shine to your Maker's praise.
S He built those worlds above,

And fix'd their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move

And ever speak his name. 4 Ye vapours, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers of snow,
Ye thunders, murmur round the skies,

His power and glory show. 5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,

Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire

To execute bis word.
6 By all his works above

His honours be exprest ;
But saints that taste his saving love
Should sing his praises best.

PAUSK, I.
Let earth and ocean know
They owe their Maker praise :

Ww

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. 9 Ye lions of the wood,

And tainer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,

And he expects your praise. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing,

On high nis praises bear,
Or sit on How'ry boughs, and sing

Your Maker's glory there.
11 Ye creeping ants and wornis,

His various wisdom show;
And fies, in all your shining swarms,

Praise him that drest you są. 12 By all the earth-born race,

His honours be exprest;
But saints, that know his heavenly grace,
Should learn to praise hina best.

PAUSE II.
13 Monarchs of wide command,

Praise ye tl' eternal King;
Judges, adore that sovereiga hand,

Whence all your honours spring. 14 Let vigrous 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 fanue 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.
LI ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

Amidst the church with cheerful voice

His later wonders sbew.
The Jews, the people of his grace,

Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,

Wbile Zion owus ber King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,

Whom sinners treat with scorn :
The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,

Salvation shall adorn.
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 humably lov'd bim here.