Let heav'n begin the folemn word,
And found it dreadful down to hell.
Note, This Pfalm may be fung to the tune of the old 112th, or 127th Pfalm, if these two lines be added to every ftanza, viz.
Each of his works his name displays,
But they can ne'er fulfil the praise.
Otherwife it must be fung to the ufual tunes of the Long Metre.
2 The Lord! how abfolute he reigns! Let ev'ry angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heav'nly ftrains, And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of fhining blifs: Fly thro' the world, O fun, and tell How dark thy beams compar❜d to his. 4 Awake, ye tempefts, and his fame In founds of dreadful praife 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 praife with blazing fire; Let the firm earth and rolling fea In this eternal fong confpire.
6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill; Valleys lye low before his eye: And let his praife from ev'ry hill Rife tuneful to the neighb'ring fky.
7 Ye ftubborn oaks, and ftately pines Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beafts, in diff'rent strains; The lamb mul bleat, the lion roar.
8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme, Nature demands a fong from you: While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up and mean his praises too, Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you fings? O for a fhout from old and young, From humble fwains and lofty kings! 10 Wide as his vaft dominion lyes
Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunder fhout 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 beft have known the Lord Are bound to raise the nobleft fong. 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 CXLVIII. Short Metre. Univerfal praife.
ET ev'ry creature join To praise th' eternal God; Ye heav'nly hofts, the fong begin And found his name abroad.
2 Thou fun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays,
Ye ftarry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praife.
3 He built thofe worlds above,
And fix'd their wond'rous frame; By his command they ftand or move, And ever fpeak his name...
4 Ye vapours, when ye rife,
Or fall in fhow'rs or 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 exprest But faints, that tafte his faving love Should fing his praises beft.
7 Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praife him, ye watry worlds below, And monfters of the feas.
8 From mountains near the sky Let his high praife refound,
From humble fhrubs and cedars high And vales and fields around.
9 Ye lions of the wood,
And tamer beafts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,
And he expects your praise. 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 wifdom show,
And flies in all your fhining fwarms, Praife him that dreft you fo..
12 By all the earth-born race His honours be expreft,
But faints that know his heav'nly grace
Should learn to praise him beft,
13 Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges adore that fov'reign hand, Whence all your honours spring. 14 Let vigorous youth engage To found his praifes high; While growing babes and withering age Their feeble voices try.
15 United zeal be shown
His wondrous fame to raife;
God is the Lord: his name alone Deferves our endless praise.
16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him bleft, But faints that dwell fo near his heart Should fing his praises best.
PSALM CXLIX.
Praife God, all his faints: or, The faints judge the
LL ye that love the Lord rejoice And let your fongs be new;
Amidft the church with chearful 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 pleafure in the just, Whom finners treat with fcorn; The meek that lye defpis'd in duft Salvation fhall adorn.
4 Saints fhall be joyful in their King Ev'n on a dying bed: And like the fouls in glory fing,
For God fhall raise the dead,
5 Then his high praise fhall fill their tongues, Their hand fhall wield the fword: And veng'ance fhall attend their fongs, The veng'ance of the Lord.
6 When Chrift the judgment-feat afcends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends Who humbly lov'd him here.
7 Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dare rebel:
And join the fentence of their God, On tyrants doom'd to hell.
8 The royal finners bound in chains New triumphs fhall afford; Such honours for the faints remains: Praife ye, and love the Lord.
God's own houfe pronounce his praise, His grace he there reveals;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells.
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