His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise,

Ye cherubim

And seraphim,

To sing his praise.

2 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last

From changes free;
His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

3 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
The sky transcends.

4 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh.
O therefore raise

Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice

The Lord to praise.

10

PSALM 149.

Praise ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,

His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:
In our great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

2 Let them his great name
Extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
His praises express:
Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance,
And with his salvation
The humble to bless.

3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who their beds
With safety does shield;
Their mouths fill'd with praises
Of him their great King;
Whilst a two-edged sword

Their right hand shall wield;

4 To Father, Son, Spirit,

All praise be address'd,

By angels and saints
Of every degree:

To God in three
persons,
One God ever bless'd,
As it has been, now is,
And ever shall be.

1

PSALM 149 OLD VERSION.

SING ye unto the Lord our God
A new rejoicing song,

And let the praise of him be heard
His holy saints among.

2 Let Israel rejoice in God,
And praises to him sing;
And let the seed of Sion be
Most joyful in their King:

3 Let them sound praise with voice of lute
Unto his holy Name,

And with the timbrel and the harp

Sing praises to the same.

4 For why? the Lord his pleasure all
Hath in his people set,
And by deliv'rance he will raise
The meek to glory great.

PSALM 150.

10 Praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows;

Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf hath done; His kindness this return exacts,

With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rock and hills his praise rebound; Praise him with harp's melodious noise, And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let them, who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those That loudly sound on solemn days. 5 Let all that vital breath enjoy, The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ: Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

END OF THE PSALMS.