3 From every tongue, Of grateful praise. Thou source of light and heat, Bright ruler of the day; Dispensing blessings round, With all diffusive ray : From morn to night, With every beam, Record his name, Who gave thee light. 4 Thou moon, in radiance mild, With all thy starry train,` Which rise in shining hosts, To gild th' etherial plain : With countless rays, Declare his name, Ye clouds, or fraught with showers, That pour your blessings down, His goodness speak, His praise declare, As through the air 6 You shine or break. Ye winds, that shake the world, With tempests on your wing, His sovereign' will, As you fulfil The powerful God. ខ SECOND PART. Ye rivers, as ye flow, Convey your Maker's name, Your cooling flood, His hand ordains, 1 Great spring of good! Ye numerous bleating flocks, To give you food, Its verdure yield He bids the field 3 Ye herds of nobler size, Who graze in meads below; The riv'let flows The herbage grows, 4 Ye feather'd warblers, come, His work you are ; And you rejoice He tun'd your voice, Beneath his care. THIRD PART. Ye trees, which form the shade, Your Maker's bounty show. From him you rose ; Your vernal suits His hand bestows. 2 Ye lovely verdant fields,« While we in you, Profusely spread, With future bread, His goodness view. 3 Ye flowers, which bloom around A thousand beauteous dies, Your fragrant odours breathe, A grateful sacrifice : To him whose word Gave all your bloom And every thankful heart With warm devotion glow. Your voices raise, Above the rest, 5 Ye highly blest, Declare his praise. Assist me, gracious.God, My heart, my voice inspire; The universal choir. 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptur'd thought obey, And praise th' Almighty name; Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound, Let every listening saint above, 3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise, 5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing ; 6 Let man, by nobler passion's sway'd, B. WILLIAMS's Collection. PSALM CXLIX. Particular Metre. Thanksgiving. 1 O PRAISE ye the Lord, In loud swelling strains 3 With glory adorn'd, 4 Ye angels above, His glories who've sung, Now publish his praise : Would borrow your tongue; Would join in your numbers, TATE, varied. |