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7 In ev'ry new Distress
We'll to his House repair ;
And seek Deliv'rance there.
8 FAR as thy Name is known
The World declares thy Praise ;
Their Songs of Honour raise.
On Sion's chofen Hill;
And Counsels of thy Will. 10 Let Strangers walk around
The City where we dwell,
And mark the Building well : 11 The Orders of thy House,
The Worship of thy Court; The cheerful Songs, the solemn Vows;
And make a fair Report.
How glorious to behold!
And Rites adorn'd with Gold. 13
The God we worship now
And through Eternity.
PSALM XLVIII. Metre ii.
LORD whát our Ears long fince have
[known, Thy Love in long Succession shown
To Salem's chosen Race. 2 Thrice bleft Abode! whose ev'ry Tow'r
By Thee supported stande,
Th' ethereal Hoft commands.
Thy Mercies Each surveys, Transported with the View, we join In Wonder, Love, and Praise.
With Shouts of Triumph ring,
The Judgments of her King.
And let her Tow'rs be told ;
And beauteous Domes, behold. 6 So shall the fair Description last,
Prefery'd in full Record,
The Seat of Jacob's LORD. 7 To Him our thankful Hearts shall bow,
Nor own a God beside ;
The ever faithful Guide.
PSA L M XLIX.
And boast the large Estates they have?
Their haughty Owners from the Grave! 2. There the dark Earth and dismal Shade
Shall clasp their naked Bodies round;
Lies cold, and moulders in the Ground. 3 Like thoughtless Sheep the Sinner dies,
Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat
And find th’ Oppressor at their Feet. 4 His Honours perish in the Dust,
His Pomp and Beauty, Birth and Blood :
To full Dominion o'er the Proud. 5 My Saviour shall my Life restore,
And raise me from my dark Abode :
Shines forth, with matchiess Beauty He comes ! devouring Flames his Face,
His Steps impetuous Storms surround.
The dreadful Summons swiftly rolls ;
3"Go call my. Saints together ;-those
“Who in my Laws delight; and o'er
“ And there to Me devoutly swore.
“ With thee the Cause I'll calmly plead:
“ Did I e'er call for Sacrifice ?
“ From bleeding Bullocks, duly flain?
7 « The feather'd Hosts, the Fowls are mine, “ And all the Droves which graze the Fields: “ If hungry, I'd not ask of thine;
" To Me the World its Plenty yields,: A
“ Or Goats? Or drink their steam, g Gore?
Let Hypocrites attend and fear, (warns,
But make not Faith nor Love their Care. 11 Vile Wretches dare rehearse his Name,
With Lips of Falsehood and Deceit;
And footh and flatter those they hate.
Yet dare to seek their Maker's Face;
But break his Laws, abuse his Grace.
Defil'd with Luft, defil'd with Blood;
By Day their Mouths draw near to God. 14 And while his Judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more ;
And put far off the dreadful Hour.
And sets their Crimes before their Eyes !
PSALM LI. Metre i.
She a repenting Rebel live.
Are not thy Mercies large and free?