The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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PSALM 148. Paraphrased. (L, M.) Universal Praise to God.
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PSALM 148. Paraphrased. (L, M.) Universal Praise to God.
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Loud hallelujahs to the Lord,From distant worlds where creatures dwell;
Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.
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The Lord! how absolute he reigns!Let ev'ry angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heavenly strains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.
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High on a throne his glories dwell,An awful throne of shining bliss:
Fly thro' the world O sun, and tell
How dark thy beams compar'd to his.
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Awake, ye tempests, and his fameIn sounds of dreadful praise declare;
And the sweet wisper of his name
Fill every gentler breeze of air.
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Let clouds, and winds, and waves agreeTo join their praise with blazing fire;
Let the firm earth, and rolling sea,
In this eternal song conspire.
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Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill;Vallies, lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from every hill
Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky.
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Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines,Bend your high branches and adore:
Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains;
The lamb must bleat, the lion roar.
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Birds, ye must make his praise your theme,Nature demands a song from you:
While the dumb fish that cut the stream
Leap up, and mean his praises too.
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Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains and lofty kings!
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Wide as his vast dominion liesMake the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.
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Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word,O may it dwell on every tongue!
But saints who best have known the Lord
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
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Speak of the wonders of that loveWhich Gabriel plays on every chord:
From all below and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!
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