Scripture Verse

Praise ye Him, all His angels: praise ye Him, all His hosts. Psalm 148:2

Introduction

Words: Theo­phi­lus, 1808.

Music: Fleet Street, in The Sab­bath Hymn and Tune Book (New York & Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ma­son Bro­thers & J. E. Til­ton, 1859), page 62 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Background

This ver­sion of Ps. 148 ap­peared in the Chris­tian Guard­ian, 1808, with the sig­na­ture Theo­phi­lus. From thence it passed in­to a few col­lect­ions, in­clud­ing the Leeds H. Bk., 1853, in 4 st.; Hatfield’s Amer. Church H. Bk., 1872 in 2 st (i., ii.) and others.

Julian, p. 68

Lyrics

Angels, as­sist to sing
The hon­ors of your God;
Touch ev­ery tune­ful string,
And sound His name abroad;
Come, pour the trem­bling notes along,
And swell the grand, im­mor­tal song.

And ye of mean­er birth,
Your joy­ful voic­es raise;
All ye who dwell on earth,
Your great Cre­at­or praise;
Let loud ho­san­nas joy­ful rise,
Roll round the earth and pierce the skies.

Let day and dus­ky night
In so­lemn or­der, join
His prais­es to re­cite,
And speak His pow­er di­vine;
Let ev­ery hill, and ev­ery vale,
Re-echo with the sac­red tale.

Ye winds and rag­ing seas,
With wild tem­pes­tu­ous roar
Resound in migh­ti­er lays,
His name from shore to shore;
Ye thun­ders, spread His name abroad;
Ye light­nings, flash be­fore your God.

Let ev­ery crea­ture sing
The hon­ors of our God;
Touch ev­ery tune­ful string,
And spread His praise abroad;
Come, pour your trem­bling notes along,
And swell the uni­ver­sal song.