Or words of mercy kind and sweet
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the fceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are juft and right,
Juftice and grace are thy delight.
6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his facred Spirit bleft
His first born Son above the reft.
PSALM XLV. Second Part. Long Metre.
Chrift and his church; or, The mystical marriage.
HE King of faints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
He comes with bleffings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen array'd in pureft gold:
The world admires her heav'nly drefs;
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 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 ftate.
4 So fhall 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.
5 O happy hour, when thou fhalt rife
To his fair palace in the fkies,
And all thy fons (a num'rous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign,
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
While we with chearful fongs approve
The condefcenfions of his love.
The church's fafety and triumph among national defolations.
OD is the refuge of his faints,
When ftorms of fharp diftrefs invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints
Behold him present with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their feats be hurl'd
Down to the deep and buried there:
Convulfions shake the folic world,
Our faith fhall never yield to fear.
Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In facred peace our fouls abide,
While ev'ry nation, ev'ry fhore
Trembles, and dreads the fwelling tide.
4 There is a ftream whofe gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy ftill gliding thro',
And watʼring our divine abode.
5 That facred ftream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controuls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new frength to fainting fouls.
6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threatning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow
PSALM XLVI. Second part.
God fights for his church.
ET Sion in her king rejoice,
Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife;
He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is ftill our aid:
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What defolations he has made.
3 From fea to fea thro' all the fhores
He makes the noise of battle ceafe;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear,
Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame;
Keep filence all the earth, and hear
The found and glory of his name.
"Be ftill, and learn that I am God, "I'll be exalted o'er the lands,
"I will be known' and fear'd abroad, "But ftill my throne in Zion ftands." 6 O Lord of hofts, almighty King, While we fo near thy prefence dwell, Our faith fhall fit fecure, and fing Defiance to the gates of hell.
Chrift afcending and reigning.
For a fhout of facred joy
To God the fov'reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.
2 Jefus our God afcends on high;
His heav'nly guards around
Attend him rifing thro' the sky,
With trumpet's joyful found.
3 While angels fhout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours fing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the fong,
Nor mock him with a folemn found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Ifra'l ftood his antient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;
But now he calls the world his own,.
And heathens tafte his grace.
6 The British iflands are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known;
While pow'rs and princes, shields and fwords
Submit before his throne.
PSALM XLVIII. 1,-8. First Part.
The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.
REAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His moft delightful feat.
2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they ftand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.]
3 In Sion God is known A refuge in diftrefs;
How bright has his falvation fhone
Through all her palaces.
4 When kings against her join'd,
And faw the Lord was there,
In wild confufion of the mind
They fled with hasty fear.
5 When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,
He fends his tempeft roaring loud,
And finks them in the feas.
6 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God fecures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.
In ev'ry new distress
We'll to his houfe repair,
We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,
And feek deliv'rance there.
PSALM XLVIII. 10,-14. Second Parti
The beauty of the church; or, Gofpel worship and
AR as thy name is known
The world declares thy praife;
Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their fongs of honour raise.
2 With joy let Judah ftand
On Sion's chofen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counfels of thy will.
3 Let ftrangers walk around The city where we dwell,
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