The
HYMN
.
TO
the
Almighty
on
his
radiant
Throne
,
Let
endless
Hallelujas
rise
!
Praise
Him
,
ye
wondrous
Heights
to
us
unknown
,
Praise
Him
,
ye
Heavens
unreach'd
by
mortal
Eyes
,
Praise
Him
,
in
your
degree
,
ye
sublunary
Skies
!
Praise
Him
,
you
Angels
that
before
him
bow
,
You
Creatures
of
Celestial
frame
,
Our
Guests
of
old
,
our
wakeful
Guardians
now
,
Praise
Him
,
and
with
like
Zeal
our
Hearts
enflame
,
Transporting
then
our
Praise
to
Seats
from
whence
you
came
!
Praise
Him
,
thou
Sun
in
thy
Meridian
Force
;
Exalt
Him
,
all
ye
Stars
and
Light
!
Praise
Him
,
thou
Moon
in
thy
revolving
Course
,
Praise
Him
,
thou
gentler
Guide
of
silent
Night
,
Which
do's
to
solemn
Praise
,
and
serious
Thoughts
invite
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
humid
Vapours
,
which
remain
Unfrozen
by
the
sharper
Air
;
Praise
Him
,
as
you
return
in
Show'rs
again
,
To
bless
the
Earth
and
make
her
Pastures
fair
:
Praise
Him
,
ye
climbing
Fires
,
the
Emblems
of
our
Pray'r
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
Waters
petrify'd
above
,
Ye
shredded
Clouds
that
fall
in
Snow
,
Praise
Him
,
for
that
you
so
divided
move
;
Ye
Hailstones
,
that
you
do
no
larger
grow
,
Nor
,
in
one
solid
Mass
,
oppress
the
World
below
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
soaring
Fowls
,
still
as
you
fly
,
And
on
gay
Plumes
your
Bodies
raise
;
You
Insects
,
which
in
dark
Recesses
lie
,
Altho'
th'
extremest
Distances
you
try
,
Be
reconcil'd
in
This
,
to
offer
mutual
Praise
.
Praise
Him
,
thou
Earth
,
with
thy
unbounded
Store
;
Ye
Depths
which
to
the
Center
tend
:
Praise
Him
ye
Beasts
which
in
the
Forests
roar
;
Praise
Him
ye
Serpents
,
tho'
you
downwards
bend
,
Who
made
your
bruised
Head
our
Ladder
to
ascend
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
Men
whom
youthful
Vigour
warms
;
Ye
Children
,
hast'ning
to
your
Prime
;
Praise
Him
,
ye
Virgins
of
unfullied
Charms
,
With
beauteous
Lips
becoming
sacred
Rhime
:
You
Aged
,
give
Him
Praise
for
your
encrease
of
Time
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
Monarchs
in
supreme
Command
,
By
Anthems
,
like
the
Hebrew
Kings
;
Then
with
enlarged
Zeal
throughout
the
Land
Reform
the
Numbers
,
and
reclaim
the
Strings
,
Converting
to
His
Praise
,
the
most
Harmonious
Things
.
Ye
Senators
presiding
by
our
Choice
,
And
You
Hereditary
Peers
!
Praise
Him
by
Union
,
both
in
Heart
and
Voice
;
Praise
Him
,
who
your
agreeing
Council
steers
,
Producing
sweeter
Sounds
than
the
according
Spheres
.
Praise
Him
,
ye
native
Altars
of
the
Earth
!
Ye
Mountains
of
stupendious
size
!
Praise
Him
,
ye
Trees
and
Fruits
which
there
have
birth
,
Praise
Him
,
ye
Flames
that
from
their
Bowels
rise
,
All
fitted
for
the
use
of
grateful
Sacrifice
.
He
spake
the
Word
;
and
from
the
Chaos
rose
The
Forms
and
Species
of
each
Kind
:
He
spake
the
Word
,
which
did
their
Law
compose
,
And
all
,
with
never
ceasing
Order
join'd
,
Till
ruffl'd
for
our
Sins
by
his
chastising
Wind
.
But
now
,
you
Storms
,
that
have
your
Fury
spent
,
As
you
his
Dictates
did
obey
,
Let
now
your
loud
and
threatning
Notes
relent
.
Tune
all
your
Murmurs
to
a
softer
Key
,
And
bless
that
Gracious
Hand
,
that
did
your
Progress
stay
.
From
my
contemn'd
Retreat
,
obscure
and
low
,
As
Grots
from
whence
the
Winds
disperse
,
May
this
His
Praise
as
far
extended
flow
;
And
if
that
future
Times
shall
read
my
Verse
.
Tho'
worthless
in
it
self
,
let
them
his
Praise
rehearse
.