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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.

PART II.

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

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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.

PART II.
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.

PSA L M XLVI.

Metre ii.

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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.

PSA L M XLVII.
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,

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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,

PSALM XLVIII. Metre i.

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G And let his Praise be great

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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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