Psalm 148, 188.8.131.52.8.8.: The Lord of heav'n confess
Second Version (184.108.40.206.8.8.)
Meter: H.M. (6,6,6,6,8,8)
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.