Hymn 44. Psalm 150

Praise ye the Lord; let praise employ,

In his own courts, your songs of joy;

The spacious firmament around,

Shall echo back the joyful sound.

Recount his works in strains divine;                                                    

His wonderous works how bright they shine;

Praise him for his almighty deeds,

Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.

Awake the trumpet’s piercing sound,

To spread your sacred pleasures round;                                             

While sweeter music tunes the lute,

The warbling harp, and breathing flute.

Ye virgin train, with joy advance

To praise him in the graceful dance;

To praise awake each tuneful string,                                                               

And to the solemn organ sing.

Let the loud cymbal sounding high,

To softer deeper notes reply;

Harmonious let the concert rise,

And bear the rapture to the skies.                                                        

Let all whom life and breath inspire,

Attend, and join the blissful choir;

But chiefly you who know his Word,

Adore, and love, and praise the Lord.

Text: Timothy Whelan, gen. ed., Nonconformist Women Writers, 8 vols. (London: Pickering & Chatto, 2011), vol. 1, pp. 357-58; Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 44 (first five stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 2, pp. 259-60; no MS in the Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College,  Oxford.