CXLVIII.
1
O praise the Lord. From heaven
His praise do yea proclame.
Let prayse on high be given
Wnto his holy name.
2
Angells of light,
Yee hosts of his,
Him prayse and blesse
Who's great in might.
3
Sun̄e, moone, yea planets bright,
Your maker's glory prayse.
Him prayse all stars of light,
4
Yea heaven of heavens him praise.
Floods, which above
Heavins' circles Hee
Vpholds, doe yea
His prayse promove.
5
Let them exalt the name
Of God at his com̄and.
They what they are became,
Created by his hand;
6
Yea, stablisht they
For ever bee
By his decree,
Which lasts for ay.
7
From earth O prayse the Lord,
Yee dragons, all yee deeps;
Yea to fullfill his word,
Which still in store he keeps,
8
Fyre, haill and snow,
Vapoures and winds,
Stormes of all kynds
Which he maks blow;
9
Yea mountaines and yea hills,
Yea trees which fruit doe yeild,
Yee which with sapp he fills,
Tall cedars of the field,
10
Beasts, wild and tame,
Each creeping thing
And bird of wing,
All praise his name.
11
Yea kings who earth com̄and;
All people prayse the Lord;
The princes whom the land
To judge he doth afford;
12
Youth give the prayse,
And virgines all;
With children small,
Yea full of dayes.
13
Praise to his name present.
Him laud let evry one,
For high and excellent
The Lord's name is alone.
His glorye's hight
The heavins transcends;
O'r all earth's ends
He reules by night.
14
His mighty hand doth rayse
His people's horne on high,
Off all his sancts the praise,
Evin Israell's progeny,
A people neare
Wnto the Lord.
Prayse, prayse afford,
All who him feare.
