heaven of heavens; and ye waters that be above the heavens:

"Let them praise the name of the LORD; for He commanded, and they were created: He also stablished them; and made a decree which shall not pass.

"Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: fire and hail; snow and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling His word; mountains and all hills; fruitful trees and all cedars; beasts and all cattle creeping things and flying fowl;

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"Kings of the earth and all people; princes and all judges of the earth; both young men and maidens; old men and children :

"Let them praise the name of the LORD; for His name alone is excellent; His glory is above the earth and heaven. PRAISE YE THE LORD.-Ps. cxlviii.

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name.

Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair;

Your Maker's wond'rous power proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

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Ye Angels, catch the thrilling sound;
While all th' adoring thrones around,
His boundless mercy sing;

Let ev'ry list'ning Saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid:

Soon as gray ev'ning gilds the plain,
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.

Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call'd yon worlds from night;
"Ye shades, dispel!"-th' ETERNAL said;
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And NATURE sprang to light.

Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow:

Ye dragons, sound his awful name
To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.

Let ev'ry element rejoice:

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending, low,
Your great Creator own:

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at His look,

And trembl'd at His frown.

Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flutt'ring on the gale,

In mutual concourse rise;
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.

Wake all ye mountain tribes, and sing,
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

To Him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;
Spread His tremendous name around,
Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.

Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at His throne;

Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Praise Him, ye Kings, who makes your power
An image of His own.

Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal source of love,
With youth's enlivening fire:

Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh His bless'd name-then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre!

Ogilvie.

PIGOT AND SLATER, PRINTERS, MANCHESTER.