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.
