Psalms 148-149

Psalm 148 (1 of 2)

1 LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell;

Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 The Lord! how absolute He reigns!

Let every angel bend the knee;

Sing of His love in heavenly strains, And speak how fierce His terrors be.

3 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.

4 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word;

Oh may it dwell on every tongue! But saints who best have known the Lord Are bound to raise the noblest song.

5 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 148 (2 of 2)

1 PRAISE ye Jehovah, shout and sing, Extol His glorious name; From day to day your praises bring, His power and love proclaim.

All, all ye saints, where'er ye be, And angels round His throne, Praise ye the Co-eternal Three, The Great Mysterious One.

2 O sun and moon, your Maker praise, And stars of feebler light;

O heaven of heavens, in joyful lays Adore the God of might.

Let earth and water, fire and air, Praise the Eternal King, All all ye creatures everywhere, Your constant praises sing.

John Beaumont, 1834

Psalm 149 (1 of 2)

1 O PRAISE ye the Lord With heart and with voice; His mercies record, And round Him rejoice.

Ye children of Zion, Your Saviour adore! And learn to rely on His grace evermore.

2 Repose on His arm, Ye sheep of His fold;

What terror can harm With him to uphold? His saints are His treasure, Their peace will He seek, And pour without measure His gifts on the meek.

3 Go on in His might, Ye men of the Lord: His word be your light, His promise your sword; The King of salvation Your foes will subdue, And their degradation Bring glory to you.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834