Psalm 148
6,6,6,6,8,8
^1The Lord of heav'n confess,
On high his glory raise.
^2Him let all angels bless,
Him all his armies praise.
^3Him glorify
Sun, moon, and stars;
^4Ye higher spheres,
And cloudy sky.
^5From God your beings are,
Him therefore famous make;
You all created were,
When he the word but spake.
^6And from that place,
Where fix'd you be
By his decree,
You cannot pass.
^7Praise God from earth below,
Ye dragons, and ye deeps:
^8Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow.
Whom in command he keeps.
^9Praise ye his name,
Hills great and small,
Trees low and tall;
^10Beasts wild and tame;
All things that creep or fly.
^11Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,
All princes mean or high;
^12Both men and virgins young,
Ev'n young and old,
^13Exalt his name;
For much his fame
Should be extoll'd.
O let God's name be prais'd
Above both earth and sky;
^14For he his saints hath rais'd,
And set their horn on high;
Ev'n those that be
Of Isr'el's race,
Near to his grace.
The Lord praise ye.