6 Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill;
Vallies, lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from every hill
Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky.

7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore:  Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme, Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up, and mean his praises too.

9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you sings? 
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains, and lofty kings!

10 Wide as his vast dominion lies
Make the Creator’s name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.

11 Jehovah! ’tis a glorious word, O may it dwell on every tongue!  But saints who best have known the Lord Are bound to raise the noblest song.

12 Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord: 
From all below and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

Psalm 148:3.  S. M.
Universal praise.

1 Let every creature join
To praise th’ eternal God;
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his Name abroad.

2 Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays;
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker’s praise.

3 He built those worlds above,
And fix’d their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his Name.

4 Ye vapours, when ye rise, Or fall in showers, or snow, Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show.

5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,
Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire
To execute his word.

6 By all his works above
His honours be exprest;
But saints that taste his saving love
Should sing his praises best.

Pause I.

7 Let earth and ocean know
They owe their Maker praise;
Praise him, ye watery worlds below,
And monsters of the seas.

8 From mountains near the sky
Let his high praise resound,
From humble shrubs and cedars high,
And vales and fields around.

9 Ye lions of the wood,
And tamer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,
And he expects your praise.

10 Ye birds of lofty wing,
On high his praises bear;
Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing
Your Maker’s glory there.

11 Ye creeping ants and worms,
His various wisdom show,
And flies, in all your shining swarms,
Praise him that drest you so.

12 By all the earth-born race
His honours be exprest;
But saints that know his heavenly grace
Should learn to praise him best.

Pause II.

13 Monarchs of wide command,
Praise ye th’ eternal King;
Judges, adore that sovereign hand
Whence all your honours spring.