Psalm 148 (Tate & Brady)

1,2 Ye boundless realms of joy,

Exalt your Maker's frame,

His praise your song employ

Above the starry frame;

Your voices raise,

Ye cherubim

And seraphim,

To sing his praise

3,4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,

And sun, that guid'st the day;

Ye glitt'ring stars of light,

To him your homage pay;

His praise declare,

Ye heav'ns above

And clouds that move

In liquid air.

5,6 Let them adore the Lord,

And praise his holy name,

By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came;

And all shall last

From changes free;

His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

7,8 Let earth her tribute pay;

Praise him, ye dreadful whales,

And fish, that through the sea

Glide swift with glitt'ring scales.

Fire, hail, and snow,

And misty air,

And winds that, where

He bids them, blow.

9,10 By hills and mountains,

(all in grateful concert joined,)

By cedars stately tall,

And trees for fruit designed;

By every beast,

And creeping thing,

And fowl of wing,

His name be blest.

11,12 Let all of royal birth,

With those of humbler frame,

And judges of the earth,

His matchless praise proclaim.

In this design

Let youth with maids,

And hoary heads

With children join.

13 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise,

Whose glorious name alone

Deserves our endless praise.

Earth's utmost ends

His pow'r obey;

His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,

He sets them up on high,

And favors Israel's race

Who still to him are nigh.

O therefore raise

Your grateful voice,

And still rejoice

The Lord to praise.