Psalm 148

Halelu-jah.
YOu, who dwell above the Skies,
Free from humane miseries;
You whom highest Heaven imbowres,
Praise the Lord with all your powers.
Angels, your cleare Voices raise;
Him you Heavenly Armies praise:
Sun, and Moone with borrow'd light;
All you sparkling Eyes of Night:
Waters hanging in the aire;
Heaven of Heavens his Praise declare.
His deserved Praise record;
His, who made you by his Word;
Made you evermore to last,
Set you bounds not to be past.
Let the Earth his Praise resound:
Monstrous Whales, and Seas profound;
Vapors, Lightning, Haile, and Snow;
Stormes, which when he bids them, blow:
Flowry Hils, and Mountains high;
Cedars, neighbours to the Skie;
Trees that fruit in season yield;
All the Cattell of the Field;
Salvage beasts; all creeping things;
All that cut the Aire with wings.
You who awfull Scepters sway;
You inured to obey;
Princes, Judges of the Earth;
All of high and humble birth;
Youths, and Virgins, flourishing
In the beauty of your spring:
You who bow with Ages weight;
You who were but borne of late:
Praise his Name with one consent:
O how great! how excellent!
Then the Earth profounder farre;
Higher then the highest Starre.
He will his to honour raise.
You his Saints, resound his Praise;
You who are of Jacobs Race,
And united to his Grace.
Halelu-jah.