PSALM CXLVIII.

George Burgess

Praise him, heav'ns that heav'n upbear;
Waters, higher hung in air;
Let them praise their sov'reign Lord,
For they rose beneath his word:
He hath fix'd their places fast,
With a bound that ne'er was pass'd.

Praise the Lord from earth below;
Monsters of the ocean's flow;
Fire and cloud, and snow and hail,
And the storm's obedient gale;
Mountains, and their highlands all;
Fruitful groves, and cedars tall;

Beasts that field or forest bore;
Worms that creep, and birds that soar;
Kings, and men of lowly birth;
Chiefs and judges, thron'd on earth;
Youths and maids in blooming choirs;
Smiling babes, and hoary sires:

All, your Lord's high name proclaim,
High and bright o'er ev'ry name:
Heav'n and earth his glory spread,
While he lifts his people's head,
Lifts the seed that own his fear,
Israel, to the Lord so dear.
Praise the Lord!