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.
Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 44 (first five stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 2, pp. 259-60; no MS copy in the Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College; also Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 1, pp. 357-58.