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Praise him in the firmament of his power.
Psalm 150:1.
Begin my soul the lofty strain,
In solemn accents sing
A sacred hymn of grateful praise
To heaven’s almighty King.
2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,
Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of my song.
3 Retain it long, ye echoing rocks
The sacred sound retain,
And from your hollow winding caves
Return it oft again.
4 Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,
To distant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.
5 Take the glad burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as you arise,
Whether to deck the golden morn
Or shade the evening skies.
6 Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,
The great Creator sing,
And utter consecrated lays
To heaven’s eternal King.
Mrs. Rowe.