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6 God, thine own God, has richly shed

His Oil of Gladness on thy Head,
And with his facred SPIRIT blest
His first-born Son above the reft.


7 THE KING of Saints, how fair his Face,

Adorn'd with Majesty and Grace !
He comes with Blessings from above,

And wins the Nations to his Love, 8 At his right Hand our Eyes behold

The Queen array'd in purest Gold ;
The World admires her heav’nly Dress,

Her Robe of Joy and Righteousness. 9

He forms her Beauties like his own,
He calls and feats her near his. Throne :
Fair Stranger, let thine Heart forget

The Idols of thy native State.
io So shall the KING the more rejoice

In thee, the Fav'rite of his Choice;
Let Him be lov'd, and yet'ador'd,

For He's thy Maker and thy LORD.
II O happy Hour, when thou shalt rise

To his fair Palace in the Skies!
And all thy Sons (a numerous Train)

Each like a Prince in Glory reign! 12 Let endless Honours crown his Head

Let ev'ry Age his Praises fpread;
While we with cheerful Songs approve
The Condescensions of his Love,

PSALM XLVI. Metre i.

the Refuge of his Saints

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Ere we can offer our Complaints,

Behold Him present with his Aid.
2 Let Mountains from their Seats be hurl'd

Down to the Deep, and bury'd there :
Convulsions shake the solid World,

Our Faith shall never yield to Fear. 3

Loud may the troubled Ocean roar,
In sacred Peace our Souls abide

; While ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Shore,

Trembles, and dreads the swelling Tide. 4. There is a Stream, whose gentle Flow

Supplies the City of our God:
Life, Love, and Joy, still gliding through,

And wat'ring our divine Abode.
5 That sacred Stream, thine holy Word,

That all our raging Fear controls:
Sweet Peace thy Promises afford,

And give new Strength to fainting Souls. 6 Sion enjoys her MONARCH's Love,

Secure against a threat'ning Hour;
Nor dan her firm Foundations move,
Built on his Truth, and arm’d with Pow'r.

7 LET Sion in her King rejoice,

Though Tyrants rage, and Kingdoms rise ;
He utters his Almighty Voice,
The Nations melt, the Tumult dies.

8 The Lord of old for facab fought ;

And Yacob's God is still our Aid;
Behold the Works his Hand has wrought!

What Desolation He has made !
9 From Sea to Sea through all the Shores

He makes the Noise of Battle cease :
When from on high his Thunder roars,

He awes the trembling World to Peace. 10 He breaks the Bow, He cuts the Spear;

Chariots He burns with heav'nly Flame :
Keep Silence all the Earth ; and hear

The Sound and Glory of his Name!
II « Be still ; and learn that I am GOD!

« I'll be exalted o'er the Lands;
" I will be known and fear'd abroad ;

« But still my Throne in Sion stands." 12 O LORD of Hofts, Almighty KING!

While we fo near thy Prefence dwell,
Our Faith shall fit fecure, and fing
Defiance to the Gates of Hell.


Metre ii.


OD is our Refuge in Distress,
J A present Help when Dangers prefs ;

In Him undaunted we'll confide:
Tho' Earth were from her Centre tost,
And Mountains in the Ocean loft,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring Tide.. 2 A gentler Stream with Gladnefs still The City of our LORD shall fill,

The royal Seat of God most high:

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God dwells in Sion, whose fair Tow'rs
Shall mock th’ Assaults of earthly Pow'rs,

While his Almighty Aid is nigh. 3

In Tumults when the Heathen rag'd,
And Kingdoms War against us wag'd,

He thunder'd and difpers'd their Pow'rs:
The LORD of Hosts conducts, our Arms,
Our Tow'r of Refuge in Alarms,
Our Fathers' Guardian-God, and ours.

FOR a Shout of sacred Joy.

"To God the Sov'reign King!
Let ev'ry Land their Tongues employ,

And Hymns of Triumph fing.
2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high :

His heav'nly Guards around
Attend him, rising through the Sky,

With Trumpet's joyful Sound. 3 While Angels thout and praise their King,

Let Mortals learn their Strains ; Let all the Earth his Honours sing ;

O'er all the Earth He reigns.
Rehearse his Praise with Awe profound,

Let Knowledge lead the Song,
Nor mock Him with a folemn Sound

T 5 In Israel stood his ancient Throne,

He lov'd that chofen Race ; But now he calls the World his

own, And Heathen's taste his Grace,


5 The Britisi Islands are the Lord's,

There Abrham's God is known,
While Pow'rs and Princes, Shields and

Submit before his Throne. [Swords,



G And let his Praise be great



He makes his Churches this Abode,

His most delightful Seat.
These Temples of his Grace,! ;]

How beautiful they stand!
The Honours of our native Place,

And Bulwarks of our Land. 3

In Sion God is known !!

A Refuge in Distress;
How bright has his Salvation shone

Through all her Palaces !
4 When Kings against her join'd,

And saw the LORD was there : In wild Confusion of the Mind

They fled with trembling Fear. 5 When Navies, tall and proud,

Attempt to spoil our Peace;
He sends his Tempett roaring loud,

And finks them in the Seas. 6 Oft have our Fathers told,

Our Eyes have often seen,
How well our God secur'd the Fold,

Where his own Sheep have been.

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