Psalm 148

SECOND 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.