2 Ye angels, fpread the joyful found, While all th' adoring throngs around His wond'rous mercy fing;
Let every lift'ning faint above, Wake all the tuneful foul of love, And touch the loudeft ftrain.
3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God, Ye thunders, fpeak his power; Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings, In triumph rides the King of kings, Th' aftonifh'd worlds adore.
4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rife, To join the thunder of the fkies, Praise him who bids you roll; His praife in softer notes declare, Each whifp'ring breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the foul.
Wake, all ye foaring throng, and fing Ye cheerful warblers of the fpring, Harmonious anthems raife; To him who fhap'd your finer mould, Who tipt your glittering wings with gold, And tun'd your voice to praife.
6 Let man, by nobler paffions fway'd, The feeling heart, the reas'ning head, In heavenly praise employ; Spread the Creator's name around, Till heav'ns wide arch repeat the found, The general burst of joy.
B. WILLIAMS's Collections.
Pfalm CXLIX. Particular Metre. [*]
PRAISE ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice, His praife in the great Affembly to fing. In their great Creator Let all men rejoice, And heirs of falvation Be glad in their King. 2 Let them his great name Devoutly adore;
In loud fwelling strains His praises express, Who graciously opens His bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and His children to blefs.
3 With glory adorn'd, His people fhall fing To God, who defence And plenty fupplies: Their loud acclamations To him their great King, Through earth fhall be founded, And reach to the skies.
4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've fung, In loftieft notes,
Now publish his praife: We mortals delighted,
Would borrow your tongue; Would join in your numbers, And chant to your lays.
RAISE ye the Lord, let praise employ, the y out longs of joy!
The fpacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful found.
2 Recount his works in ftrains divine,
His wond'rous works, how bright they fhine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing found, To fpread your facred pleasure round; While fofter mufic tunes the lute, The warbling harp, the breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance, To praife him in the graceful dance; Awake each voice, and strike each string, And to the folemn organ fing.
Let the loud cymbal found on high, To fofter, deeper notes reply; Harmonious let the concert rife, And bear the rapture to the fkies. 6 Let all whom life and breath inspire Attend and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye who know his word, Adore, and love, and praise the Lord!
INDEX OF THE
FIRST LINES OF THE PSALMS, REFERRING TO THE PAGES.
ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord
Almighty Ruler of the fkies
Among the gods there's none like thee And will the God of grace And will the great eternal God Aproach, ye piously difpos'd Arife, my tender thoughts, arife As pants the hart for cooling ftreams As thowers on meadows newly mown Attend, O earth, when God declares Awake, my foul, to hymns of praise Awake, ye faints, to praife your King Awake, ye tempefts, and his fame
EFORE Jehovali's awful throne Before the hills in order food
Begin, my foul, th' exalted lay Behold, O God, how cruel foes Behold the corner ftone
Behold the fool, whofe heart denies
Blefs God, O my foul
Blefs, O my foul, the living God Bleft are the fons of peace
Beneath my God's protecting arm
Behold the love, the generous love
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