182) Psalm 148 (2nd Version)

Psalm 148 (2nd Version)

6.6.6.6.8.8 1 The Lord of heav’n confess, On high his glory raise.

2 Him let all angels bless, Him all his armies praise.

3 Him glorify Sun, moon, and stars;

4 Ye higher spheres, And cloudy sky.

5 From God your beings are, Him therefore famous make;

You all created were, When he the word but spake.

6 And from that place, Where fix’d you be By his decree, You cannot pass.

7 Praise God from earth below, Ye dragons, and ye deeps:

8 Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow. Whom in command he keeps.

9 Praise ye his name, Hills great and small, Trees low and tall;

10 Beasts wild and tame;

All things that creep or fly.

11 Ye kings, ye vulgar throng, All princes mean or high;

12 Both men and virgins young, Ev’n young and old, 13 Exalt his name; For much his fame Should be extoll’d.

O let God’s name be prais’d Above both earth and sky;

14 For 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.

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