SECOND VERSION..
LOUD hallelujahs fing,
With heav'nly, fymphony,
2 To your eternal King,.
Who made you gods on high,
To hear his call,..
Or cherubim,
Or feraphim,
Ye angels all.
3 Praife, praife him, fun and moon;
Praife him, ye ftars of light,
At midnight, and at noon,
Who made you fhine fo bright:
Where-e'er ye move,
Let all your ways
Advance his praise,
And fpeak his love.
4 Ye heav'ns of heav'ns, fo high!
High hallelujahs found;
Ye floods above the sky,
Convey the echo round:
He faid the word,
And then they were
Created fair,
To praise the Lord:
6 With unremitted force,
They run their daily rounds;
Nor dare they turn their courfe
From their appointed bounds:
How kindly they
On us difpenfe
Sweet influence,
By night and day!
Thou earth, and deep abyfs,
With all thy monflers, rise;
Roar, dragons,-ferpents, hifs,
In chorus with the skies:
Fire, bail, and fnow,
And ftormy wind,
And vapours kind,
Rain, fwift or flow;
All ye, his holy will,
Are taught to know and do:
9 Each mountain, rock, and hill, With fhrub, or cedar, bow: Beafts, cattle all,
Each creeping thing,
And bird of wing,
All, lowly fall.
11 Kings of the earth, adore,
And this your King obey;
Low in the duft, before
His feet, your fceptres lay:
Ye people all,
Prince, judge, or lord,
Before THE WORD
INCARNATE, fall.
12 Young men, and maidens fair,
O praife him in your fongs,
Who made you what you are;
Your love to him belongs:
Be full of praife,
And teach your babes
To lifp his ways.
13 Let all that be advance
The name of JESUS high;
His works his praife enhance
Above the earth`and sky:
His name alone
Is glorious,
Victorious,
Th' ETERNAL SON!
14 He lifts our horn on high,
Of all his faints the praife,
The glory of the sky,
Through everlasting days:
O.Ifra'l, now,
A people near pas
To God, and dear, y
Praife, praise him, thou!"
Redeemed by your Saviour's blood,
Arife ye faints, and hail your God?
Four bodies from the duft shall rife,
And fhine like funs above the fkies
SING hallelujah to the Lord,
And raife new fongs with one accord,
O praife in your affembly, ftill,
The Lord who dwells on Zion-hill...
2 Let Ifra'l in his Maker joy,...
And in his praise his heart employ;
Let Zion's children, joyful, bring
Their fongs of praife to Chrift their King
3 Let them with joy to him advance,
And hail their King with holy dance;
With pleasant harp and timbrel's found,.
Let all the temple echo round:
Behold the temple's glory come!
The God of glory fills the dome!
Arife and fhine, O Zion, now!
Meffiah comes to pay his vow!
4 Meffiah loves his people all;
He loves them now, and ever fhall;
His hand the meek fhall raife on high,
And with falvation beautify:
5 He'll make his faints eternally,
In glory, reign with him on high,
Ev'n while they fleep on beds of daft,
Their fpirits fing among the juft:
6 But when they rife, O joyful day!
Their refurrection fhall difplay
The glory which cannot be told!
The glory which we hall behold!
The praifes high of God, their King,
They in their mouth aloud shall fing:
Their hands fhall wield a two-edg'd fword,
The mighty word of God the Lord;
7 To execute the vengeance due
On all the lewd, ungodly crew,
Who trampled on the Son of God,
And vilify'd his facred blood;
8 To bind their kings with weighty chains,
And fill their loins with heavy pains;
To fetter their proud nobles down,
Who rofe and raged against THE SON;
9 To fit in judgment with the Lord,
And judge them by the written word:
This prize have all the faints of God !
High hallelujah's found aloud!
PSALM CL.
HALLELUJAH.
O Zion, Zion, now rejoice;
Lift up thy head, lift up thy voice:
See, fee the Shadows all decline!
King Jesus fhines thy Light divine!
ING hallelujah to your God; High ballelujahs found aloud! Praife, praise him in his holiness; Heav'ns of his pow'r, his praife exprefs: 2 Praise him for all his glorious ways, His mighty acts of glorious praife; While ye his glorious greatnefs tell, His glory let your mufic Twell:
3 O praise him with the trumpet's found;
Let vaulted heav'n to earth rebound;
Bring, bring the harp and pfalt'ry nigh,
And tune them to his praffes high:
4 Praife him with timbrel, dance, and pipe;
Let holy virgins lightly trip;
Let folemn-founding organs blow,
And all the pow'rs of mufic flow:
5 Praife him on cymbals, founding foud;
On cymbals, high-founding to God,
Exalt bis praife, exalt his fame:
Let Zion glory in his name.
6 Let Zion well obferve each fign,
And look for glory more divine;
Thefe figus but for a feafon ftay,
Till fhadows break, and fly away
Behold, the gofpel-day is near,
When God in glory thall appear:
Meffiah comes! Go, meet your King!
Judab, be glad, and Zion, fing!
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