And ftormy winds that blow,
To execute his word.
When lightnings shine,
Or thunders roar,

Let earth adore

His hand divine.

7 Ye mountains near the fkies,
With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler fize,
That fruit in plenty bear;
Beafts 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 tafte his love.

While earth and sky
Attempt his praife,
His faints fhall raife
His honours high.

PSALM CXLVIII. Long Metre. Paraphrafed. Univerfal praife to God. Lom do where creatures dwell;

OUD hallelujahs to the Lord

Let heav'n begin the folemn word,
And found it dreadful down to hell!

Note. This Pfalm may be fung to a different metre, by
adding the two following lines to every ftanza, vix.
Each of his works his name difplays,
But they can ne'er fulfil his praife.
2 The Lord! how abfolute he reigns!
Let ev'ry angel bend the knee !
Sing of his love in heav'nly ftrains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.
3 High on a throne his glories dwell,
An awful throne of fhining bliss:
Fly through 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 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 praife with blazing fire: Let the firm earth and rolling fea,

In this eternal fong conspire.

6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill;
Vallies, lie low before his eye;
And let his praife from ev'ry hill
Rife tuneful to the neighb'ring sky.
7 Ye ftubborn oaks and ftately pines,
Bend your high branches, and adore;

Praise him, ye beasts, in diff'rent strains;
The lamb muft bleat, the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye muft make his praise your theme ;
Nature demands a fong from you:
While the dumb fifh that cut the ftream
Leap up and mean his praises too.
9 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 vast dominion lies,

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 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.

PSALM CXLVIII.

L

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 praise.

3 He built thofe 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 fhow'rs of fnow,

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 ftorms confpire
To execute his word.

6 By all his works above
His honours be expreft;
But faints that tafte his faving love
Should fing his praises beft.

7 Let earth and ocean know

They owe their Maker praise ;
Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below,
And monfters of the feas.

8 From mountains near the sky
Let his high praise refound,

From humble fhrubs and cedars high,
And vales and fields around.

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 fhow;
And flies, in all your fhining fwarms,
Praise him that dreft 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 fov'reign hand,
Whence all your honours fpring.
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 bleft;
But faints that dwell fo near his heart
Should fing his praises beft.

PSALM CXLIX. Common Metre. Praife God, all his faints; or, the faints judging the world. LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

I

And let your fongs be new;

Amidft the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders fhew.

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 juft,
Whom finners treat with scorn;

The meek, that lie 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 raife the dead.

5 Then his high praise fhall fill their tongues, Their hands fhall wield the fword: