2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound, While all th' adoring throngs around His wondrous mercy sing; Let ev'ry list'ning saint above, Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the loudest string.
3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God, Ye thunders, speak his power; Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings, In triumph rides the King of kings; Th' astonish'd worlds adore.
4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise, To join the thunder of the skies, Praise him who bids you roll; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul.
5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing ; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise,
To him who shap'd your finer mould, Who tipt your glitt'ring wings with gold, And tun'd your voice to praise.
6 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the reas'ning head, In heav'nly praise employ ; Spread the Creator's name around, Till heav'n's wide arch repeat the sound, The gen❜ral burst of joy.
B. WILLIAMS's Collection.
PSALM CXLIX. Particular Metre. *
10 PRAISE ye the Lord! Prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great Assembly to sing. In their great Creator Let all men rejoice, And heirs of salvation Be glad in their King. 2 Let them his great name Devoutly adore;
In loud swelling strains His praises express, Who graciously opens His bountiful store, Their wants to relieve, and His children to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing To God, who defence And plenty supplies; Their loud acclamations To him their great King, Through earth shall be sounded, And reach to the skies. 4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've sung, In loftiest notes,
Now publish his praise: We, mortals, delighted, Would borrow your tongue; Would join in your numbers, And chant to your lays.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord! let praise employ, In his own courts, your songs of joy; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount his works in strains divine, His wondrous works, how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound, To spread your sacred pleasure round; While softer musick tunes the lute, The warbling harp, the breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance, To praise him in the graceful dance; Awake each voice, and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing.
5 Let the loud cymbal sound on high, To softer, deeper notes reply; Harmonious, let the concert rise, And bear the rapture to the skies. 6 Let all whom life and breath inspire Attend and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye who know his word, Adore, and love, and praise the Lord!
First Lines of the Psalms, referring to the Pages.
Approach, ye piously dispos'd Arise, my tender thoughts, arise
As pants the hart for cooling streams As showers on meadows newly mown Attend, O earth, when God declares Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise Awake, ye saints, to praise your King Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Before the hills in order stood Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay Behold, O God, how cruel foes
Behold the fool, whose heart denies Behold the love, the generous love Behold the morning sun
Behold the rising dawn appear
Beneath God's terrors doom'd to groan
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