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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