Church Hymn Book ‎#P.CXLVIII

P.CXLVIII. Ye boundless realms of joy

1 Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise, ye Cherubim
And Seraphim, to sing his praise.

2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay:
His praise declare, ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move in liquid air.

3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last, from changes free;
His firm decree stands ever fast.

4 Let earth her tribute pay,
Praise him ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales;
Fire, hail, and snow, and misty air,
And winds that, where he bids them, blow.

5 By hills and mountains, all
In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately tall,
And trees for fruit design'd;
By ev'ry beast, and creeping thing,
And fowl of wing, his name be blest.

6 Let all of royal birth,
With those of humbler frame,
And judges of the earth,
His matchless praise proclaim:
In this design, let youths with maids,
And hoary heads with children join.

7 United zeal be shown,
His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone
Deserves our endless praise:
Earth's utmost ends his power obey;
His glorious sway the sky transcends.

8 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh:
O therefore raise your grateful voice,
And still rejoice the Lord to praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Ye boundless realms of joy
• Meter: P. M. E.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 148
• Topic: Universal Praise

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