4 Winds, ye fhall bear his Name aloud
Through the ethereal Blue ;
For when his Chariot is a Cloud,
He makes his Wheels of you. I
5 Thunder and Hail, and Fires and Storms,
The Troops of his Command,
Appear in all your dreadful Forms,
And speak his awful Hand.
6 Shout to the LORD, ye furging Seas,
In your eternal Roar;
Let Wave to Wave refound his Praife,
And Shore reply to Shore:
7 While Monfters fporting on the Flood, In fcaly Silver fhine,
Speak terribly their Maker-GOD,
And lafh the foaming Brine.
8 But gentler Things fhall tune his Name To fofter Notes than thefe,
Young Zephyrs breathing o'er the Stream,
Or whifp'ring through the Trees.
9 Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines,
To Him that bids you grow
Sweet Clufters bend the fruitful Vines
On ev'ry thankful Bough.
Io Let the fhrill Birds his Honour raife,
And climb the Morning-Sky;
While grov'ling Beafts attempt his Praise
In hoarfer Harmony.
11 Thus while the meaner Creatures fing,
Ye Mortals, take the Sound;
Echo the Glories of your KING
Through all the Nations round.
1 HALLELUJAH! kneel and fing
Praises to the heav'nly KING;
To the GOD fupremely great,
Hallelujah in the Height.
2 Praife Him, archangelic Band,
Ye that in his Prefence ftand;
Raptur'd Spirits of his Train,
All whom Heav'n's vaft Hofts contain.
Praise Him Sun at each Extreme,
Orient Streak and western Beam,
Moon and Stars of myftic Dance
Silv'ring in the blue Expanfe.
4 Praife the LORD on Earth's Domains,
And the Mutes the Sea contains ;
Ye that on the Surface leap,
And the Dragons of the Deep.
5 Batt'ring Hail and Fires that glow,
Steaming Vapours, plumy Snow,
Wind and Storm (his Wrath incurr'd)
Wing'd and pointed at his Word.
6 Mountains of enormous Scale,
Ev'ry Hill, and ev'ry Vale,
Fruit-Trees of a thousand Dyes,
Cedars that perfume the Skies.
7 Beafts that haunt the Woodland-Maze, Nibbling Flocks, and Droves that graze, Reptiles of amphibious Breed,
Feather'd Millions form'd for Speed.
8 Kings and Nations of the Earth ;
Judges, all of princely Birth,
Youthful Bands and Virgin Choir,
Lifping Babe, and hoary Sire.
9 Saints, exalted by his Arm,
Chief, the heav'nly Theme fhould warm,
All, in one great Chorus join;
Praife, O praise the Name divine.
PSALM CXLVIII. Metre iii.
BEGIN, my Soul, th' exalted Lay,
Let each enraptur'd Thought obey,
And praife th' Almighty's Name:
Lo! Heav'n and Earth, and Seas and Skies,
In one melodious Concert rife,
To fwell th' infpiring Theme.
2 Ye Fields of Light, celestial Plains,
Where gay transporting Beauty reigns,
Ye Scenes divinely fair;
Your MAKER's wondrous Pow'r proclaim,
Tell how He form'd your fhining Frame,
And breath'd the fluid Air.
3 Ye Angels, catch the thrilling Sound;
While all th' adoring Thrones around
His boundlefs Mercy fing;
Let ev'ry lift'ning Saint above
Wake all the tuneful Soul of Love,
And touch the fweeteft String.
4 Join, ye loud Spheres, the vocal Choir;
Thou, dazzling Orb of liquid Fire,
The mighty Chorus aid :
Soon as grey Ev'ning gilds the Plain,
Thou, Moon, protract the melting Strain,
And praife Him in the Shade.
5 Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, his vaft Abode;
Ye Clouds, proclaim your forming GoD,
Who call'd yon Worlds from Night;
Ye Shades, difpel!"-th' ETERNAL faid;
At once th' involving Darkness fled,
And Nature fprung to Light.
6 Whate'er a blooming World contains,
That wings the Air, that fkims the Plains,
United Praise bestow:
Ye Dragons, found his awful Name
To Heav'n aloud; and roar Acclaim,
Ye fwelling Deeps below.
7 Let ev'ry Element rejoice:
Ye Thunders, burft with awful Voice
To Him who bids you roll:
His Praife in fofter Notes declare,
Each whifp'ring Breeze of yielding Air,
And breathe it to the Soul.
8 To Him, ye graceful Cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring Mountains bending low,
Your great CREATOR OWN;
Tell, when affrighted Nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his Look,
And trembled at his Frown.
9 Ye Flocks that haunt the humble Vale,
Ye Infects flutt'ring on the Gale,
In mutual Concourfe rife;
Crop the gay Rofe's vermil Bloom,
And waft its Spoils, a fweet Perfume,
In Incense to the Skies.
10 Wake, all ye mounting Tribes, and fing; Ye plumy Warblers of the Spring, Harmonious Anthems raife
To Him who fhap'd your finer Mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring Wings with
And tun'd your Voice to Praife. [Gold,
11 Let Man, by nobler Paffions fway'd,
The feeling Heart, the judging Head,
In heav'nly Praife employ:
Spread his tremendous Name around,
Till Heav'n's broad Arch rings back the
The gen❜ral burst of Joy.
12 Ye, whom the charms of Grandeur please, Nurs'd on the downy Lap of Ease;
Fall proftrate at his Throne ;
Ye Princes, Rulers, all adore;
Praife Him, ye Kings, who makes your
An Image of his own.
13 Ye Fair, by Nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal Source of Love,
With Youth's enliv'ning Fire;
Let Age take up the tuneful Lay,
Sigh his blefs'd Name-then foar away,
And aik an Angel's Lyre..
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