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9.

Praise to God from all intelligent beings.
E works of God, on him alone,

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His footstool earth, high heaven his throne,
Be all your praise bestowed;

Whose hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whose eye the finished work surveyed,
And saw that all was good.

2 Ye sons of men, his praise display,
Who stamped his image on your clay,
And gave it power to move;
Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell,
From age to age successive tell
The wonders of his love.

3 Ye spirits of the just and good,
Who, eager for the blest abode,
To heavenly mansions soar;
O let your songs his praise display,
Till heaven itself shall melt away,
And time shall be no more!

4 Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain
The boundless bliss to share :
O praise him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,

And reign for ever there.

10.

Praise to God from all nations.
(PSALM XCVI. 4-10.)

REAT is the Lord, and great his praise :
What god like him our fear can raise ?

Not such as heathen lands afford,
Created first, and then adored :
Creation him its Lord avowed

Since first the arch of heaven he bowed.

2 Exult, ye heavens! exult, O earth!
And, partner in the sacred mirth,
Let ocean in its fulness rise,

And thunder to the distant skies :
O tell to all whom earth sustains,
O tell them that JEHOVAH reigns.

3 Let every people, every tribe,
Power, glory, strength to him ascribe;
Yield to his name the honour due ;
Oft to his courts their way pursue
With solemn step, and joyful bring
Their offerings to their heavenly king.

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Praise to God from all nations..
(PSALM CXVII.)

ROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word :

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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12.

Praise to God from the heavenly bodies.

(PSALM CXLVIII. 3, 4.)

AIREST of all the lights above,

Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,

And with unwearied swiftness move,
To form the circles of our years;
Praise the Creator of the skies,

Who dressed thine orb in golden rays ;
Or may the sun forget to rise,
If he forget his Maker's praise.

2 Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon !
Whose gentle beams and borrowed light
Are softer rivals of the noon !

Arise, and to that sovereign power,
Waxing and waning honours pay,
Who bade thee rule the dusky hours,
And half supply the absent day.

3 Thou heaven of heavens supremely bright,
Fair palace of the court divine,
Where, with inimitable light,

The godhead condescends to shine!
Praise thou thy great inhabitant,
Who scatters lovely beams of grace
On every angel, every saint,
Nor veils the lustre of his face.

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13.

Praise to God from all nature.

(PSALM CXLVII.)

BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay,

Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty's name : Lo heaven and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,

Who called yon worlds from night: "Ye shades, disperse !"—the Eternal said : At once the involving darkness fled, And nature sprang to light.

3 Let every element rejoice :

Ye thunders, burst with aweful voice
To him who bids

you

roll :

His praise in softer notes declare,

Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing :
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head
In heavenly praise employ ;
Spread the Creator's name around,

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Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy..

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14.

Praise to God from all nature.
EGIN the high celestial strain,
My ardent soul, and sing

A solemn hymn of grateful praise,
To heaven's Almighty King.

2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,

Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of my song.

3 Retain it long, ye echoing rocks,
The sacred sound retain,

And from your hollow winding caves
Return it oft again.

4 Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,
To distant climes away;

And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.

5 Long let it tremble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky;
Till angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony.

6 While we, with sacred rapture fired,
The great Creator sing;
And chaunt our consecrated lays,
To heaven's eternal King.

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Praise to God from all nature.

(PSALM CXLVIII. 1–6, 13, 14.)

FROM vocal air and concave skies

Let wafted hallelujahs sound;

And let the sacred triumph rise
Till vaulted heaven the notes rebound.

2 Thou solar orb, whose ruddy beam Compels the shades of night to yield; Thou silver moon, whose fainter gleam Scarce trembles o'er yon azure field!