Psalm 148 by Rachel Higgs published on 2013-05-18T04:30:07Z Psalm 148(II) to the tune St. John From the album 'Sing Praises and Rejoice' sung by the Brisbane youth group of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Australia. (www.epc.org.au) The Lord of heav'n confess, On high his glory raise. Him let all angels bless, Him all his armies praise. Him glorify Sun, moon, and stars; Ye higher spheres, And cloudy sky. From God your beings are, Him therefore famous make; You all created were, When he the word but spake. And from that place, Where fix'd you be By his decree, You cannot pass. Praise God from earth below, Ye dragons, and ye deeps Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow. Whom in command he keeps. Praise ye his name, Hills great and small, Trees low and tall; Beasts wild and tame; All things that creep or fly. Ye kings, ye vulgar throng, All princes mean or high; Both men and virgins young, Ev'n young and old, Exalt his name; For much his fame Should be extoll'd. O let God's name be prais'd Above both earth and sky; For he his saints hath rais'd, And set their horn on high; Ev'n those that be Of Isr'el's race, Near to his grace. The Lord praise ye.