HALLELUJAH .

You who dwell above the skies,
Free from human miseries,
You whom highest Heav'n embow'rs,
Praise the Lord with all your pow'rs.
Angels, your clear voices raise;
Him, you heav'nly armies, praise.
Sun and moon, with borrow'd light,
All you sparkling eyes of night,
Waters hanging in the air,
Heav'n of heav'ns, His praise declare.
His deserved praise record;
His, Who made you by His Word;
Made you evermore to last,
Set your bounds not to be past.
Let the earth His praise resound,
Monstrous whales, and seas profound,
Vapours, lightning, hail and snow,
Storms which when He bids them blow,
Flow'ry hills and mountains high,
Cedars neighbours to the sky,
Trees that fruit in season yield,
All the cattle of the field,
Savage beasts, all creeping things,
All that cut the air with wings.
You who awful sceptres sway,
You inured to obey,
Princes, judges of the earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Youths and virgins flourishing
In the beauty of your spring,
You who bow with age's weight,
You who were but born of late,
Praise His Name with one consent:
O how great! how excellent!
Than the earth profounder far,
Higher than the highest star.
He will His to honour raise.
You, His saints, resound His praise,
You who are of Jacob's race,
And united to His grace.
Hallelujah.