Metrical Psalm 148 (2nd Version) |
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The Lord of heav'n confess,
On high his glory raise.
Him let all angels bless,
Him all his armies praise.
Him glorify
Sun, moon, and stars;
Ye higher spheres,
And cloudy sky.
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From God your beings are,
Him, therefore famous make;
You all created were,
When he the word but spake.
And from that place,
Where fix'd you be
By his decree,
You cannot pass.
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Praise God from earth below,
Ye dragons, and ye deeps:
Fire, hail, clouds, wind and snow,
Whom in command he keeps.
Praise ye his name,
Hills great and small,
Trees low and tall;
Beasts wild and tame;
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All things that creep or fly,
Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,
All princes mean or high;
Both men and virgins young,
Ev'n young and old,
Exalt his name;
For much his fame
Should be extoll'd
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O let God's name be prais'd
Above both earth and sky;
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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