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PSALM CXLVIII. Second Version.
E Works of God, on him alone,
Y In Earth his footfoon
, Heav'n his Throne,
Be all your Praise bestow'd;
Whose Hand the beauteous Fabric made,
Whose Eye the finish'd Work survey'd,
And faw that all was good.
2 Ye Angels, that with loud Acclaim
Admiring view'd the new-born Frame,
And hail'd th' eternal King; Again proclaim your Maker's Praise, Again your thankful Voices raise,
And touch the tuneful String.
3 Praise him, ye bless'd ætherial Plains,
Where, in full Majesty, he deigns
To fix his awful Throne :
Ye Waters, that above him roll,
From Orb to Orb, from Pole to Pole,
Oh! make his Praises known !
4 Ye Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Pow'rs,
Join ye your joyful Songs with ours,
Voices raise; From Age to Age extend the Lay, To Heav'n's eternal Monarch pay
Hymns of eternal Praise. 5 Celestial Orb! whose pow'rful Ray Opes the glad Eyelids of the Day,
Whose Influence all Things own ; Praise him, whose Courts effulgent shine With Light, as far excelling thine,
As thine the paler Moon. 6 Ye glitt'ring Planets of the Sky, Whofe Lamps the absent Sun fupply,
With him the Song pursue; And let himself submissive own, He borrows from a brighter Sun,
The Light he lends to you. 7 Ye Show'rs, and Dews, whose Moisture shed,
Calls into Life the op'ning Seed,
To him your Praises yield;
Whose Influence wakes the genial Birth,
Drops Fatness on the pregnant Earth,
And crowns the laughing Field.
8 Ye Winds, that oft' tempestuous sweep
The ruffled Surface of the Deep,
With us confess your God;
See, through the Heav'ns, the King of Kings,
Up-borne on your expanded Wings,
Comes flying all abroad.
9 Ye Floods of Fire, where'er ye flow,
With just Submission humbly bow
To God's superior Pow'r;
Who stops the Tempeft on its way,
Or bids the flaming Deluge stray,
And gives it Strength to roar.
10 Ye Summer's Heat, and Winter's Cold,
By Turns in long Succession rollid,
The drooping World to chear;
Praise him, who gave the Sun and Moon,
To lead the various Seasons on,
And guide the circling Year.
11 Ye Frosts, that bind the wat'ry Plain,
Ye filent Show'rs of fleecy Rain,
Pursue the heav'nly Theme;
Praise him who sheds the driving Snow,
Forbids the harden'd Waves to flow,
And stops the rapid Stream.
12 Ye Days and Nights, that swiftly born,
From Morn to Eve, from Eve to Morn,
Alternate glide away;
Praise him, whose never-varying Light,
Abfent, adds Horror to the Night,
But present gives the Day.
13 Light,---- from whose Rays all Beauty springs,
Darkness, --- whose wide-expanded Wings
Involve the dusky Globe ;
Praise him, who, when the Heav'ns he spread,
Darkness his thick Pavilion made,
And Light his regal Robe.
14 Praise him, ye Light'nings, as ye Ay,
Wing'd with his Judgments through the Sky,
And arm’d with Pow'r divine;
Praise him, ye Clouds, that wand'ring stray,
Or fix'd by him in close Array,
Surround his awful Shrine.
15 Exalt, О Earth! thy heav'nly King,
Who bids the Plants, that form the Spring,
With annual Verdure bloom ; Whose frequent Drops of kindly Rain, Prolific swell the rip'ning Grain,
And bless thy fertile Womb.
16 Ye Mountains, that ambitious rise,
And heave your Summits to the Skies,
Revere his awful Nod;
Think how ye once affrighted Aed,
When Jordan fought his Fountain Head,
And own’d th' approaching God. 17
Ye Trees, that fill the rural Scene,
Ye Flow'rs, that o'er th' enamel'd Green
In native Beauty reign,
O! praise the Ruler of the Skies,
Whose Hand the genial Sap supplies,
And clothes the smiling Plain.
18 Ye fecret Springs, ye gentle Rills,
That murm'ring rise among the Hills,
Or fill the humble Vale;
Praise him, at whose almighty Nod
The rugged Rock diffolving flow'd,
And form’d a springing Well.
19 Praise him, ye Floods, and Seas profound,
Whose Waves the spacious Earth surround,
And roll from Shore to Shore;
Aw'd by his Voice, ye Seas, fubfide,
Ye Floods, within your Channels glide,
And tremble and adore.
Ye Whales, that stir the boiling Deep,
Or in its dark Recesses sleep,
Remote from human Eye;
Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Praise him, without whose heav'nly Aid
Ye languish, faint, and die.
1 Ye Birds, exalt your Maker's Name,
Begin, and with th' important Theme
Your artless Lays improve;
Wake with your songs the rising Day,
Let Music found on ev'ry Spray,
And fill the vocal Grove,
2 Praise him, ye Beasts, that nightly roam
Amid the folitary Gloom,
Th' expected Prey to seize ;
Ye tame Attendants of the Plough,
Your weary'd Necks submissive bow,
And lowly bend your Knees.
23 Ye Sons of Men, his Praise display,
Who ftampt his Image on your Clay,
it Pow'r to move;
Ye who in Judah's Confines dwell,
From Age to Age successive tell
The Wonders of his Love.
24 Let Levi's Tribe the Lay prolong,
Till Angels listen to the Song,
And bend attentive down ;
Let Wonder seize the heav'nly Train,
Pleas’d, while they hear a mortal Strain,
So sweet, so like their own.
25 Ye Spirits of the Just and Good,
That; eager for the bleft Abode;
To heav'nly Manfions foar;
O let your Songs his Praise display,
Till Heav'n itself shall melt away,
And Time shall be no more.
26 Praise him, ye meek and humble Train,
Ye Saints, whom his Decrees ordain
The boundless Bliss to share;
O praise him till ye take your Way
To Regions of eternal Day,
And reign for ever there.
PSALM CXLVIII.. Third Version. TATE. 1
E boundless Realms of Joy,
Maker's Fame :
His Praise your Song employ
Above the starry Frame;
Your Voices raise ;
To fing his Praise.
Thou Moon, that rul't the Night,
And Sun that guid'ft the Day,
Ye glitt'ring Stars of Light,
To him your Homage pay:
His Praise declare
Ye Heav'ns above,
And Clouds that move
In liquid Air.
3 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.
4 Let Earth her Tribute pay;
Praise him ye dreadful Whales,
And Fish that thro' the Sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring Scales.