P182. Psalm 148: The Lord of heav'n confess

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.

Text Information
First Line: The Lord of heav'n confess
Title: Psalm 148: The Lord of heav'n confess
Meter: 6,6,6,6,8,8
Scripture: Psalm 148
Language: English
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