Oliver Holden - Psalm 148 - текст песни (слова)

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay;
 Let each enraptured thought obey,
 And praise the Almighty's name:
 Lo! heaven and earth and seas and skies,
 In one melodious concert rise,
 To swell th' inspiring theme.
 
 Ye fields of light celestial plains,
 Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
 Ye scenes divinely fair,
 Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim,
 Tell how he formed your shining frame,
 And breathed the fluid air.
 
 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
 While all th' adoring thrones around
 His boundless mercy sing:
 Let every listening saint above
 Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
 And touch the sweetest string.
 
 Let every element rejoice,
 Ye thunder's burst with awful voice,
 To him who bids you roll:
 His praise in softer notes declare:
 Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
 And breathe it to the soul.
 
 Let man, by noblest passions swayed,
 The feeling heart, the thoughtful head,
 In heavenly praise employ:
 Spread his tremendous name around,
 Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
 The general burst of joy!