Second Versions 148

PSALM 148

¹The Lord of heav'n confess,

On high his glory raise

²Him let all angels bless,

Him all his armies praise

⁵From God your beings are,

Him therefore famous make;

You all created were,

When he the word but spake.

⁷Praise God from earth below,

Ye dragons, and ye deeps:

⁸Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow.

Whom in command he keeps.

All things that creep or fly.

¹¹Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,

All princes mean or high;

¹²Both men and virgins young,

O let God's name be prais'd

Above both earth and sky;

¹⁴For he his saints hath rais'd,

And set their horn on high;