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2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound,
While all th' adoring throngs around

His wond'rous mercy fing;
Let every lift'ning saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the loudest strain.
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 triuinph rides the King of kings,

Th' aitonith'd worlds adore.

4 Ye deeps, with roaring biilows rise;
To join the thunder of the skies,

Praise him who bids you roll;
His praife in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.
$ Wake, all ye foaring throng, and fing,
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 tund your voice to praise.
6 Let man, hy nobler passions fway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,

In heavenly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heay'ns wide arch repeat the found,
The general burst of joy.

B. Willians's Collections.

Psalm CXLIX. Particular Metre. (*)

PRAISE ye the Lord,

Prepare your glad voice,
His praife 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 fing
To God, who defence
And plenty fupplies :
Their loud acclamations
To him their great King,
Through earth thall be founded,

And reach to the skies. 4 Ye angels above,

His glories who've fung,
In loftieft notes,
Now publish his praise :
We mortals delighted,
Would borrow your tongue ;
Would join in your nunibers,
And chant to your lays.

Tita, varied.

Pralm CL.
Long Metre.

RAISE ye the Lord, let praise employ,
The spacious firmament around

Shall echo back the joyful sound. 2 Recount his works in strains divine, His wond'rous works, how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds,

Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,

To spread your facred pleasure round;
While softer music tunes the lute,

The warbling harp, the breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance,

To praise him in the graceful dance ;
Awake each voice, and strike each string,

And to the folemn organ sing.
s Let the loud cymbal sound on high,

To softer, deeper notes reply ;
Harmonious let the concert rise,

And bear the rapture to the skies.
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 !





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IMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord
Almighty Ruler of the skies
Among the gods there's none like thee
And will the God of grace
And will the great eternal God
Aproach, ye piously dispos'd
Arife, my tender thoughts, arise
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As showers on meadows newly mown
Attend, O earth, when God declares
Awake, my soul, to lnymns of praise
Awake, ye faints, to praise your King
Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne

Before the hills in order stood
Begin, ny foul, th' exalted lay
Behold, O God, how cruel foes
Behold the córrter stone
Behold the fool, whose heart denies
Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning sun
Behold the rising dawn appear
Beneath God's terrors doom'd to groan
Beneath my God's protecting arm
Bless God, O my soul
Bless, O my soul, the living God
Bleft are the foxs of peace

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