4 Praise ye the LORD ye saints below,
Brought nigh thro' JESU's blood,
With praise seraphic ever glow

And chaunt the love of GOD:
Praise Him in all the highest strains
Your noblest pow'rs afford,
While saints from yon celestial plains,
Reply PRAISE YE THE LORD.

PSALM 148. III. Metre (P. M.)

1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name:
Lo! heav'n and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Angels, archangels swell the sound:
Let all th' adoring thrones around
GOD's boundless mercy sing:

Let ev'ry perfect saint above
Wake all the harmony of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

3 Let man, by purest motives sway'd,
Join ev'ry pow'r the theme to spread,
Let praise those pow'rs employ :
Chaunt His majestic name around,
Till heav'n shall echo back the sound,
The gen'ral theme of joy.

4 O praise Him, all beneath, above,
O praise Him, praise the GOD of love';
Let ev'ry youth conspire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,

Sigh His blest name, then soar away
And praise with angels' lyre.

PSALM 149. (Old 148.)

The children of Zion are excited to praise Jehovah, and to rejoice in the prospect of their triumph over their spiritual enemies, and the honour to which they will finally be exalted.-Compare 1 Cor. vi. 2, 3.

1 PRAISE ye the mighty LORD, New songs of triumph raise;

Assembled saints record

Acts of immortal praise:

Let praise sublime to heav'n ascend,
Where perfect praise shall never end.

2 Israel, in GoD rejoice,

Thy great Creator sing;
Zion, lift up thy voice,

Be joyful in thy King:
Let music all her pow'rs combine;
Oh, praise His name in strains divine.

3 The LORD His people loves,

Takes pleasure in their ways,
Their services approves,

Accepts their pray'rs and praise:

He listens to their meek complaints,
And with salvation crowns His saints.

4. Joyful in glory raise

High praises through the sky;
And, when your life decays,
In hope of glory die :

In scenes of sorrow, beds of death,
Oh, praise Him with your dying breath.

5 The mighty God comes down ; Hear the last trumpet sound: His saints are near His throne,

In chains His foes are bound:
Prostrate they tremble in the dust,
Compell'd to own His judgments just.

6 His saints to bless He comes;
With joyful haste they rise;
They leave their empty tombs,
To meet Him in the skies.
Such honours are His saints' reward:
Praise ye His name. Praise ye the LORD.

PSALM 149. II. Metre. (Old 104.)

10 PRAISE ye the LORD, prepare, your glad

voice,

His praise in the great assembly to sing:
In GOD our Creator let Israel rejoice,

And children of Sion be glad in their King.
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2 Exalt His great name, extol in your songs, Hosannahs combine His praise to express ; Our GoD taketh pleasure His saints to advance, And with His salvation the humble to bless.

3 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing,
And perfect in bliss, His praises proclaim;
Such honour and triumph His saints shall enjoy,
For ever and ever exalting His name.

Gloria Patri.

By angels in heav'n, of ev'ry degree,
And saints upon earth, all praise be address'd,
To GOD, Three in person, one GOD, ever blest,
As it has been, now is, and always shall be.

PSALM 150. (8-7, 8-7.)

An universal exhortation to praise JEHOVAH, to celebrate his holiness, excellence, majesty, and power, with all kinds of musical instruments. The Psalmist concludes his inspired composition by calling upon every thing that hath breath to praise the LORD.

1 PRAISE, oh, praise the great JEHOVAH; Praise Him in His holiness;

GOD omnipotent for ever,

Heav'n and earth, adore and bless.

Justice, mercy, truth combining,
Excellent and great His name :
In resplendent glory shining,
All His mighty acts proclaim.
Let the trumpet sound His praises,
Organs, harps, and psalt'ries, join;
One blest theme the chorus raises,
Praise the Majesty divine.
Glory, honour, power, and blessing!
Ever be Thy name ador'd!

Ev'ry creature breath possessing,

Praise JEHOVAH!

Praise the LORD.

Hallelujah! Amen.

PSALM 150. II. Metre. (P.M.)

1 PRAISE the LORD, who reigns above,
And keeps His courts below,

Praise the holy GoD of love,
And all His greatness show:
Praise Him for His noble deeds,

Praise Him for His matchless pow'r ;
Him from whom all good proceeds,
Let heav'n and earth adore.

2 Publish, spread to all around

The great IMMANUEL's name;
Let the trumpet's martial sound
Him LORD of hosts proclaim:
Praise Him, ev'ry tuneful string,

All the pow'rs of heav'nly art;
All the aids of music bring;
The music of the heart.