Scottish Psalter: Psalm 148

¹ The Lord of heav’n confess, On high his glory raise. ² Him let all angels bless, Him all his armies praise. ³ Him glorify Sun, moon, and stars; ⁴ Ye higher spheres, And cloudy sky.

⁵ From God your beings are, Him therefore famous make; You all created were, When he the word but spake. ⁶ And from that place, Where fix’d you be By his decree, You cannot pass.

⁷ Praise God from earth below, Ye dragons, and ye deeps: ⁸ Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow. Whom in command he keeps. ⁹ Praise ye his name, Hills great and small, Trees low and tall; ¹⁰ Beasts wild and tame;

All things that creep or fly. ¹¹ Ye kings, ye vulgar throng, All princes mean or high; ¹² Both men and virgins young, Ev’n young and old, ¹³ Exalt his name; For much his fame Should be extoll’d.

O let God’s name be prais’d Above both earth and sky; ¹⁴ For he his saints hath rais’d, And set their horn on high; Ev’n those that be Of Isr’el’s race, Near to his grace. The Lord praise ye.