Psalm CL. Long Metre. Praise

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 wond'rous works, how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.

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

Ye virgin train, with joy advance, To praise him in the graceful dance; Awake each voice and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing.

Let the loud cymbal sound on 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 ye who know his word, Adore and love and praise the Lord!