And stormy winds that blow, To execute his word.
When lightnings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore
His hand divine.
7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler fize, That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, In various forms, Exalt his name.
8 Ye kings, and judges, fear The Lord, the fov'reign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly honours fing. Nor let the dream Of pow'r and state, Make you forget His pow'r fupreme.
9 Virgins, and youths, engage To found his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join. Wide as he reigns His name be fung By ev'ry tongue In endless strains.
10 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love.
While earth and sky Attempt his praife, His faints shall raise
His honours high.
PSALM CXLVIII.
Paraphrafed. Universal praise to God.
OUD hallelujahs to the Lord
From diftant worlds where creatures dwell;
Let heav'n begin the folemn word, And found it dreadful down to hell!
Note. This Psalm may be fung to a different metre, by adding the two following lines to every stanza, viκ. Each of his works his name displays, But they can ne'er fulfil bis praise.
2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ! Sing of his love in heav'nly 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 fun, and tell How dark thy beams compar'd to his.
4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In founds 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 fea, In this eternal fong confpire.
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 beafts, in diff'rent 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 fings? 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 found it lofty as his throne. II JEHOVAH! 'tis a glorious word; O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! But faints, 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.
Universal praise.
LET ev'ry creature join
To praife th' eternal God; Ye heav'nly hosts, the fong begin, And found his name abroad. 2 Thou fun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays, Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise.
3 He built those worlds above, And fix'd their wond'rous frame; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name.
4 Ye vapours, when ye rife,
Or fall in show'rs of snow, Ye thunders, murm'ring round the skies, His pow'r and glory show.
5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms confpire To execute his word.
6 By all his works above
His honours be expreft; But faints that taste his saving love Should fing his praises beft. PAUSE Ι.
7 Let earth and ocean know
They owe their Maker praise ; Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monsters of the feas.
8 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 praife.
10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear, Or fit on flow'ry boughs, and fing Your Maker's glory there. 11 Ye creeping ants and worms, 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 expreft; But faints that know his heav'nly grace, Should learn to praise him best.
PAUSE II. 13 Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sov'reign hand, Whence all your honours spring.
14 Let vig'rous youth engage
To found his praises high; While growing babes and with'ring age Their feebler voices try.
15 United zeal be shown
His wond'rous fame to raise; God is the Lord; his name alone Deferves our endless praise.
16 Let nature join with art,
And all pronounce him blest ; But faints that dwell so near his heart Should fing his praises best.
PSALM CXLIX. Common Metre. Praise God, all his faints; or, the faints judging the world.
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LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders shew.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer fing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom finners treat with scorn; The meek, that lie despis'd in dust, Salvation shall adorn.
4 Saints shall be joyful in their King, Ev'n on a dying bed; And like the fouls in glory fing, For God shall raise the dead.
5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues, Their hands shall wield the sword:
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