Poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Poems Comments

Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii

Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights.

PRAISE ye the Lord! on every height
Songs to his glory raise!
Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of light,
Join in immortal praise!

Oh! heavens of heavens! let praise far-swelling
From all your orbs be sent!
Join in the strain, ye waters, dwelling
Above the firmament!

For His the word which gave you birth,
And majesty, and might;
Praise to the Highest from the earth,
And let the deeps unite!

Oh! fire and vapor, hail and snow,
Ye servants of His will!
Oh! stormy winds, that only blow
His mandates to fulfil;

Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise;
Fair cedars of the wood;
Creatures of life, that wing the skies,
Or track the plains for food;

Judges of nations! kings, whose hand
Waves the proud sceptre high!
Oh! youths and virgins of the land,
Oh! age and infancy!

Praise ye His name, to whom alone
All homage should be given;
Whose glory, from th' eternal throne
Spreads wide o'er earth and heaven!

Poem topics: , , , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii poem to your favorites

Add Poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Paraphrase Of Psalm: Cxlviii" poem.
All Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems

Popular Poets

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1 poems)
Dame Edith Sitwell (10 poems)
Virgil (4 poems)
Adelaide Crapsey (5 poems)
Margaret Steele Anderson (2 poems)
Joseph Blanco White (1 poems)
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (2 poems)
August Stramm (4 poems)
Alfred Edward Housman (0 poems)
Hajat Nana (0 poems)

Popular Poems

Our Last Grand Camping Ground, by Henry Clay Work
There Are The Words That Couldnâ??t Be Twice Said, by Anna Akhmatova
Swirl, by Carl Sandburg
Frae The Friends And Land I Love, by Robert Burns
Like To The Clear In Highest Sphere, by Thomas Lodge
Anna, Thy Charms, by Robert Burns
Invocation, by Mathilde Blind
Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West, by Thomas Gray
We like March, by Emily Dickinson
Comme Tous Les Soirs, by Emile Verhaeren