The Same. Ps. 150.
1 Praise ye Jehovah's name;
Praise through his courts proclaim;
Rise and adore;--
High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
Vast as his power.
2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise
Wide as his fame;
There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.
3 While his high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string:
Sweet the accord!--
He vital breath bestows:
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose--
Praise ye the Lord.