3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God,
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph rides the King of kings ;
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.
4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing! Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipt your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.
6 Let man by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.
1 Heralds of creation cry,
Praise the Lord, the Lord most high;
Heaven and earth, obey the call,
Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.
2 For He spake, and forth from night
Sprang the universe to light;
He commanded,-Nature heard,
And stood fast upon his word.
3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above,
Spirits perfected in love;
Sun and moon, your voices raise,
Sing, ye stars, your Maker's praise.
4 Earth, from all thy depths below,
Ocean's hallelujahs flow;
Lightning, vapour, wind, and storm,
Hail and snow, his will perform.
5 Vales and mountains, burst in song;
Rivers, roll with praise along;
Clap your hands, ye trees, and hail
God, who comes in every gale.
6 Birds, on wings of rapture, soar,
Warble at his temple-door;
Joyful sounds, from herds and flocks,
Echo back, ye caves and rocks.
7 Kings, your Sov'reign serve with awe ;
Judges, own his righteous law;
Princes, worship him with fear:
Bow the knee, all people here.
9 Let his truth by babes be told,
And his wonders by the old;
Youths and maidens, in your prime,
Learn the lays of heaven betime.
9 High above all height his throne,
Excellent his name alone;
Him let all his works confess;
Him let every being bless!
PSALM CXLIX. P. M.
Thanksgiving.
1 O praise ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing.
In their great Creator
Let all men rejoice,
And heirs of salvation
Be glad in their King.
2 Let them his great name
Devoutly adore;
In loud swelling strains
His praises express,
Who graciously opens
His bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and
His children to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd
His people shall sing
To God, who defence
And plenty supplies ;
Their loud acclamations
To him their great King,
Through earth shall be sounded
And reach to the skies.
4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've sung,
In loftiest notes,
Now publish his praise;
We mortals, delighted,
Would borrow your tongue ;
Would join in your numbers,
And chant to your lays.
1 Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ,
In his own courts, your songs of joy ;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount his works in strains divine, His wondrous works, how bright they
Praise him for all his mighty deeds,
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.
3 To praise awake the tuneful string,
And to the solemn organ sing,
Harmonious, let the concert rise,
And bear the rapture to the skies.
4 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!
1 Praise, O praise the name divine,
Praise him at the hallowed shrine,
Let the firmament on high
To its Maker's praise reply.
2 Let his acts and power supreme
To your songs suggest a theme;
Let the organ in his praise,
Learn its loudest notes to raise.
3 All who vital health enjoy,
In his praise that health employ,
And in one great chorus join,
Praise, O praise the name divine.
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