Psalm 148

PRaise ye the LORD, praise ye the Lord,
From heavens lofty frame:
Him, from on high,
O magnifie;
All Angels praise his Name.
O all his hoasts his praise record:
O praise him Moon and Sunne:
Ye stars of light,
That shine so bright,
The like of you be done.
Ye heav'ns of heav'ns that are so high,
Praise him with full consent;
And waters, ye
On high that be,
Above the firmament.
O let them praise and magnifie
The LORDS almighty Name:
For lo they were
Created there,
When his commandment came.
He hath est•blisht them also
For ever and for ever:
So firm decree
Ordained hee,
That they shall pass it never.
Praise ye the Lord from earth below,
Dragons and every deep:
Fire, vapour, snow,
Hail-storms that blow,
His word that firmly keep.
All mountains high, and fruitfull trees,
All hills and Cedars tall;
Ye fowl with wings,
And creeping things,
Ye beasts and cattell all.
Kings, Princes, people, all degrees,
Ye Judges of the earth:
Young men and maids,
Children and babes,
And men of elder birth.
The Lords great Name still praised be,
For that alone excells:
And far more high
Then earth or skie,
His glitt'ring glory dwells.
The praise of all his Saints is he,
His people neer alli'd;
From Israel born,
He exalts their horn:
The Lord be magnifi'd.