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Psalm 148

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1The Lord of heav’n confess,

On high his glory raise.

2Him let all angels bless,

Him all his armies praise.

3Him glorify

Sun, moon, and stars;

4Ye higher spheres,

And cloudy sky.

5From God your beings are,

Him therefore famous make;

You all created were,

When he the word but spake.

6And from that place,

Where fix’d you be

By his decree,

You cannot pass.

7Praise God from earth below,

Ye dragons, and ye deeps:

8Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow.

Whom in command he keeps.

9Praise ye his name,

Hills great and small,

Trees low and tall;

10Beasts wild and tame;

All things that creep or fly.

11Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,

All princes mean or high;

12Both men and virgins young,

Ev’n young and old,

13Exalt his name;

For much his fame

Should be extoll’d.

O let God’s name be prais’d

Above both earth and sky;

14For he his saints hath rais’d,

And set their horn on high;

Ev’n those that be

Of Isr’el’s race,

Near to his grace.

The Lord praise ye.

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