4 [Awake, ye tempests, and his fame, 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree 6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill; 8 Birds ye must make his praise your theme; Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish, that cut the stream, Leap up and mean his praises too.] -9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, e When nature all around you sings; u O for a shout-from old and young,― From humble swains, and lofty kings. g 10 Wide-as his vast dominion lies— Make the Creator's name be known: u Loud-as his thunder-shout his praise, g And sound it lofty-as his throne. e 11 JEHOVAH-'tis a glorious word,— O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue; But saints who best have known the Lord, o 12 Speak of the wonders of that love, 1 L' S. M. St. Thomas's. [*] ET ev'ry creature join, Ye heav'nly hosts, the song begin, 2 Thou sun, with golden beams, 3 He built those worlds above, 4 Ye vapours, when you rise, Ye thunders, murm'ring round the skies, 5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire, When ye in dreadful storms conspire, 6 By all his works above But saints, who taste his saving love, PAUSE 1. [Let earth and ocean know, They owe their Maker praise: Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monsters of the seas. 8 From mountains near the sky, Let his high praise resound; From humble shrubs, and cedars high, And vales and fields around. 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze,— Ye live upon his daily food, 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, Or sit on flow'ry boughs, and sing 11 Ye creeping ants and worms, And flies, in all your shining swarms, 12 By all the earth-born race, But saints who know his heav'nly grace, PAUSE II. 13 Monarchs of wide command, 15 United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise : God is the Lord: his name alone Deserves our endless praise. 16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blest: PSALM 149. C. M. Arundel. [*] The Saints judging the World. ALL ye who love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church, with cheerful voice, 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, 3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, -4 Saints should be joyful in their King, Ev'n on a dying bed; And, like the souls in glory, sing: For God shall raise the dead. o 5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues, Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, g 6 When Christ his judgment seat ascends, [Then shall they rule, with iron rod, And join the sentence of their God, 8 The royal sinners, bound in chains, Such honours for the saints remains :- PSALM 150. C. M. Doxology. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 6.-A Song of Praise. 1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise; To heav'n your joy and wonder raise; 2 Let all your sacred passions move, 3 All that have motion, life and breath, Yet when my voice expires in death, THE CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. L. M. 10 God the Father, God the Son, Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n, C M. LET the Father a; ET God, the Father and the Son Where there are works to make Him known, Or saints to love the Lord. C. M. Where the tune includes two stanzas HE God of mercy be ador'd, Who saves by his redeeming word, II. To praise the Father and the Son, The One in Three, and Three in One,— S. M. Yand saints who dwell below, E angels round the throne, Worship the Father, praise the Son, P. M. TOW to the great and sacred Three, Through all the worlds where God is known, And all the saints in earth and heav'n. |