By A Collection of Hymns

      7s. Psalm cxlviii.
      1 YOU, who dwell above the skies,
      Free from human miseries;
      You, whom highest heaven embowers,
      Praise the Lord with all your powers.

      2 Angels, your clear voices raise;
      Him ye heavenly armies praise;
      Sun, and moon with borrowed light,
      All ye sparkling eyes of night.

      3 Waters hanging in the air,
      Heaven of heavens, his praise declare;
      His deserved praise record;
      His, who made you by his word.

      4 Let the earth his praise resound;
      Monstrous whales, and seas profound;
      Vapours, lightning, hail, and snow,
      Storms which, when he bids you, blow.

      5 Flowery hills, and mountains high;
      Cedars, neighbours to the sky;
      Trees and cattle, creeping things;
      All that cut the air with wings:

      6 You, who awful sceptres sway,
      You, accustomed to obey,
      Princes, judges of the earth,
      All of high and humble birth:

      7 Youths and virgins, flourishing
      In the beauty of your spring;
      You, who were but born of late,
      You, who bow with age's weight:

      8 Praise his name with one consent:
      O how great! how excellent!
      Than the earth profounder far;
      Higher than the highest star.

      9 He will his to glory raise;
      You, his saints, resound his praise:
      You, his sons, his chosen race,
      Bless his love and sovereign grace.