PSALM 147. Third Part. C. M.
The seasons of the year.

1 WITH songs and honours

songs and honours sounding loud Address the Lord on high;

Around the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his show'rs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the raven's cry;

But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

6 When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail;

The wretch, that dares his God defy,
Shall find his courage fail.

7 He sends his word, and melts the snow;
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the southern gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.

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PSALM 148. First Part. P. M.
Universal praise.

WE tribes of Adam, join

YE

With heav'n and earth and seas,

And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise.

Ye holy throng of angels bright,
In worlds of light, begin the song.
2 Thou sun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rul'st the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,
With stars of twinkling light.

His pow'r declare, ye floods on high,
And clouds, that fly in empty air.

3 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,

Or in swift courses move
By his supreme command.

He spake the word, and all their frame
From nothing came, to praise the Lord.

4 He mov'd the mighty wheels

In unknown ages past;

And each his word fulfils,

While time and nature last.

In diff'rent ways his works proclaim
His wondrous name, and speak his praise

5 Let all the earth-born race,

And monsters of the deep;

The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep;

From sea and shore their tribute pay,
And still display their Maker's pow'r.

6 Ye vapours, hail and snow,

Praise ye th' almighty Lord;

And stormy winds, that blow,
To execute his word.

When lightnings shine, or thunders roar,
Let earth adore his hand divine.

7 Ye mountains near the skies,
With lofty cedars there,

And trees of humbler size,
That fruit in plenty bear;

[worms,

Beasts wild and tame, birds, flies, and
In various forms, exalt his name.

8 Ye kings, and judges, fear
The Lord, the sov'reign King;
And, while you rule us here,
His heav'nly honours sing:

Nor let the dream of pow'r and state
Make you forget his pow'r supreme.

9 Virgins, and youth, engage
To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age

Their feebler voices join:

Wide as he reigns, his name be sung
By ev'ry tongue, in endless strains.

10 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;

He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love:

While earth and sky attempt his praise,
His saints shall raise his honours high.

PSALM 148. Second Part. L. M.

Universal praise to God.

1 OUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

[dwell;

From distant worlds, where creatures

Let heav'n begin the solemn word,

And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 The Lord, how absolute he reigns!
Let ev'ry angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heav'nly strains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.
3 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains and lofty kings!
4 Wide as his vast dominion lies,
Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.
5 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word!
O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue!

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But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

PSALM 149. C. M.

The triumph of the Church.

ALL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

And let your songs be new;

Amid the church with cheerful voice,
His later wonders show.

2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;

And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her King.

3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints shall be joyful in their King,
Ev'n on a dying bed;

And, like the souls, in glory sing :
For God shall raise the dead.

5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,
Their hand shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs;
The vengeance of the Lord.

6 When Christ the judgment-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear;
Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends,
Who humbly lov'd him here.

7 Then shall they rule, with iron rod,
Nations that dar'd rebel;

And join the sentence of their God,
On tyrants doom'd to hell.

8 The royal sinner bound in chains,
New triumphs shall afford:
Such honour for the saints remains;
Praise ye, and love the Lord.

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PSALM 150. First Part. P. M.

Universal praise to the God of our salvation.
'N Zion's sacred gates,

IN

Let hymns of praise begin;
Where acts of faith and love
With ceaseless beauty shine:
mercy there, while God is known,
Before his throne, with songs appear.

In

2 In heav'n, his house on high,
Ye angels, lift your voice;
Let heav'nly harps resound,
And happy saints rejoice:
The glories sing, that ever shine,
With
pomp divine,
divine, around your King.

3 His wondrous acts demand,
His wisdom and his grace,
The labours of our hands,
And transports of our praise: