3 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move
By his supreme command: 
He spake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

4 He mov’d their mighty wheels
In unknown ages past,
And each his word fulfils
While time and nature last: 
In different ways
His works proclaim
His wondrous Name,
And speak his praise.

Pause.

5 Let all the earth-born race,
And monsters of the deep,
The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep,
From sea and shore
Their tribute pay,
And still display
Their Maker’s power.

6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow,
Praise ye Th’ almighty Lord,
And stormy winds that blow
To execute his word: 
When lightnings shine,
Or thunders roar,
Let earth adore
His hand divine.

7 Ye mountains near the skies,
With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,
That fruit in plenty bear;
Beasts wild and tame,
Birds, flies, and worms,
In various forms
Exalt his Name.

8 Ye kings and judges, fear
The Lord, the sovereign King;
And while you rule us here,
His heavenly honours sing: 
Nor let the dream
Of power and state
Make you forget
His power supreme.

9 Virgins, and youths, engage
To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age
Their feebler voices join: 
Wide as he reigns
His Name be sung
By every tongue
In endless strains.

10 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love: 
While earth and sky
Attempt his praise,
His saints shall raise
His honours high.

Psalm 148:2.  Paraphrased.  L. M.
Universal praise to God.

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell:  Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell.

Note.  This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, if these two lines be added to every stanza, viz.

Each of his works his Name displays,
But they can ne’er fulfil the praise.

Otherwise it must be sung to the usual tunes of the Long Metre.

2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! 
Let every angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heavenly strains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.

3 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.

4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
In sounds of dreadful praise declare;
And the sweet whisper of his Name
Fill every gentler breeze of air.

5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth, and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire.