And sweeter far than melting voice, Father in Heaven! oh! thus, when day Thus may sweet songs of praise and prayer So may thy mercy and thy power PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CXLVIII. Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights. PRAISE ye the Lord! on every height Songs to his glory raise! Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of light, Join in immortal praise! Oh! heaven of heavens! let praise far-swelling Join in the strain, ye waters, dwelling For His the word which gave you birth, Praise to the Highest from the earth, And let the deeps unite! Oh! fire and vapour, hail and snow, Oh! stormy winds, that only blow Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise; Fair cedars of the wood; Judges of nations; kings, whose hand Praise ye His name, to whom alone THE NORTHERN SPRING. WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth Then bursts the verdure of the plains, Then the dark pine-wood's boughs are seen Thus, in a moment, from the gloom For He, whose word is truth, hath said, Then, all its transient sufferings o'er, |