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S. M.

Watts.

Universal Praise. Ps. 148.

1 LET every creature join

To praise the eternal God :
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,

And sound his name abroad. 2 Thou sun, with golden beams,

And moon, with paler rays,
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,

Shine to your Maker's praise. 3 He built those worlds above,

And fixed their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,

And ever speak his name. 4 Ye vapors, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers or snow,
Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies,

His power and glory show. 5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,

Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire

To execute his word. 6 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise : God is the Lord ; his name alone

Deserves our endless praise. 7 By all his works above

His honors be expressed;
But saints, that taste his saving love,

Should sing his praises best.

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C. M.

WATTS.
Universal Praise. Ps. 47.
1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,

And hymns of triumph sing. 2 While angels shout, and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains ;
Let all the earth his honor sing;

O'er all the earth he reigns.
3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,

Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound

Upon a thoughtless tongue.
4 In Israel stood his ancient throne;

He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,

And heathens taste his grace.

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S. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Praise.

1 STAND up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,

With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise,

Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,

And laud, and magnify?

3 O for the living flame,

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,

And raise to heaven our thought! 4 There, with benign regard,

Our hymns he deigns to hear;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,

The spirit feels him near.
5 Stand up, and bless the Lord;

The Lord your God adore ;
Stand up, and bless his glorious name,

Henceforth forevermore.

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C. M.

New Eng. VERSION.

Ps. 107.

1 YOUR thanks unto the Lord express,

Because that good is he;
Because his loving-kindnesses

Last to eternity. 2 So say the Lord's redeemed, whom bought

He hath from enemies' hands; And from the east and west hath brought,

From south and northern lands. 3 Then did they to Jehovah cry,

When they were in distress,
Who did them set at liberty

Out of their anguishes.
4 O that men praise Jehovah would,

For his great goodness then,
And for his wonders manifold

Unto the sons of men !

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L. M.

Watts. Universal Praise. Ps. 148. 1 THE Lord ! how absolute he reigns !

Let every angel bend the knee,
Sing of his love in heavenly strains,

And speak how fierce his terrors be. 2 High on a throne his glories dwell,

An awful throne of shining bliss;
Fly through the world, O sun, and tell

How dark thy beams compared to his. 3 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame

In sounds of dreadful praise declare ; And the sweet whisper of his name

Fill every gentler breeze of air. 4 Let clouds, and winds, and waves, agree

To join their praise with blazing fire ; Let the firm earth and rolling sea

In this eternal song conspire.
5 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,

When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,

From humble swains and lofty kings !

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C. M.

WATTS.
Universal Hallelujah. Ps. 148.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir,

That fill the realms above;
Sing, for he formed you of his fire,

And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,

The floor of his abode;
Or veil your little twinkling eyes

Before a brighter God.
3 Thou restless globe of golden light,

Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,

To own your borrowed rays.
4 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud

Through the ethereal blue;
For, when his chariot is a cloud,

He makes his wheels of you. 5 Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms,

The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,

And speak his awful hand.
6 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,

In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,

And shore reply to shore.
7 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

To him that bade you grow;
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines

On every thankful bough. 8 Thus, while the meaner creatures sing,

Ye mortals, take the sound; Echo the glories of your King

Through all the nations round.

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