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.
14 Let vigorous youth engage
To sound his praises high;
While growing babes, and withering age,
Their feebler voices try.
15 United zeal be shown,
His wondrous fame to raise;
God is the Lord: his name alone
Deserves our endless praise.
16 Let nature join with art,
And all pronounce him blest;
But saints that dwell so near his heart,
Should sing his praises best.
Psalm 149.
Praise God, all his saints; or,
The saints judging the world.
1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders shew.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek that lie despis'd in dust
Salvation shall adorn.