Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1,2 Ye boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's frame, His praise your song employ Above the starry frame; Your voices raise, Ye cherubim And seraphim, To sing his praise
3,4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day; Ye glitt'ring stars of light, To him your homage pay; His praise declare, Ye heav'ns above And clouds that move In liquid air.
5,6 Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came; And all shall last From changes free; His firm decree Stands ever fast.
7,8 Let earth her tribute pay; Praise him, ye dreadful whales, And fish, that through the sea Glide swift with glitt'ring scales. Fire, hail, and snow, And misty air, And winds that, where He bids them, blow.
9,10 By hills and mountains, (all in grateful concert joined,) By cedars stately tall, And trees for fruit designed; By every beast, And creeping thing, And fowl of wing, His name be blest.
11,12 Let all of royal birth, With those of humbler frame, And judges of the earth, His matchless praise proclaim. In this design Let youth with maids, And hoary heads With children join.
13 United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise, Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise. Earth's utmost ends His pow'r obey; His glorious sway The sky transcends.
14 His chosen saints to grace, He sets them up on high, And favors Israel's race Who still to him are nigh. O therefore raise Your grateful voice, And still rejoice The Lord to praise.