Psalm CL

Praise ye the Lord; let praise employ,
In his own courts, your songs of joy;
The spacious firmament around,
SHall echo back the joyful sound.

Recount his works in strains divine;
His wonderous works how bright they shine;
Praise him for his almighty deeds,
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.

Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,
To spread your sacred pleasures round;
While sweeter music tunes the lute,
The warbling harp, and breathing flute.

Ye virgin train with joy advance
To praise him in the graceful dance;
To praise awake each tuneful string,
And to the solemn organ sing.

Let the loud cymbal sounding high,
To softer deeper notes reply;
Harmonious let the concert rise,
And bear the rapture to the skies.

Let all whom life and breath inspire,
Attend, and join the blissful choir;
But chiefly you who know his word,
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord,