PSALM XLIV..

ORD, we have heard thy Works of old, Thy Works of Pow'r and Grace, When to our Ears our Fathers told

The Wonders of their Days.

2 How Thou didst build thy Churches here,
And make thy Gospel known;
Among them did thine Arm appear,
Thy Light and Glory fhone.

3 In GOD they boafted all the Day,
And, in a cheerful Throng,

Did Thousands meet to praife and pray,
And Grace was all their Song.

4 But now chaftiz'd by Thee; we stand
A Proverb to our Foes;

While fierce Derifion claps the Hand,
And triumphs in our Woes.

5 Awake, arise, Almighty LORD!
Why fleeps thy wonted Grace?
Why fhould we look like Men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy Face?

6 Redeem us from perpetual Shame,
Our SAVIOUR and our GOD;

I

We plead the Honours of thy Name,
The Merits of thy Blood.

M

PSALM XLV.

Metre i.

Y Heart doth take in Hand
Some godly Song to fing;

The Praise that I fhall fhew therein,
Pertaineth to the KING.

2 My Tongue shall be as quick
His Honour to indite,
As is the Pen of any Scribe

That ufeth faft to write.

3 O faireft of all Men!:

Thy Lips with Grace are pure; For God hath bleffed Thee with Gifts For ever to endure.

4 About Thee gird thy Sword,
O PRINCE of Might elect!
With Honour, Glory, and Renown,,
Thou art moft richly deckt..

5 Go forth with godly Speed,

With Meeknefs, Truth, and Right; And thy right Hand fhall Thee instruct,, In Works of dreadful Might.

6 Thy Arrows fharp and keen

Their Hearts fo fore fhall fting, That they shall crouch and kneel to Thee,, Yea all thy Faes, O KING..

7 Thy royal Seat, O LORD,

For ever fhall remain ;

Because the Sceptre of thy Realm.
Doth Righteousness maintain..

8 Wherefore thy holy Name:

All Ages fhall record";

The People fhall give Thanks to Thee
For evermore, Q Lord.

'E

PSALM XLV.

Metre il..

XALTED by a blessed Thought
My Soul is on the Wing;

I fpeak, as by the SPIRIT taught,
The Praife of CHRIST MY KING.

2 My Lips are eager, and delight
Glad Tidings to impart,

As is the Pen of them that write
With equal Eafe and Art.

3 Thy Form is fairer than the Race
Óf Men from Adam fprung;
And God has giv'n eternal Grace
To thy perfuafive Tongue.

4 Ride on, Thou PRINCE of wondrous Might!
Gird on thy dreadful Sword!
With Majefty, and glorious Light,
And TRUTH's all-conqu'ring Word.

5 Thy Throne, O GOD, for ever ftands;
Thy Word of Grace fhall prove
A peaceful Sceptre in thy Hands,
To rule thy Saints by Love.

6 Juftice and Truth attend Thee ftill,
But Mercy is thy Choice;

I

And GOD, thy God, thy Soul fhall fill
With most peculiar Joys.

PSALM XLV.

Metre iii..

NOW be my Heart inspir'd to fing

The Glories of my SAVIOUR-KING, JESUS the LORD; how heav'nly fair His Form! How bright his Beauties are!

2 O'er all the Sons of human Race
He shines with a fuperior Grace;
Love from his Lips divinely flows,
And Bleffings all his State compofe.

3 Drefs Thee in Arms, most mighty LORD.!
Gird on the Terror of thy Sword!
In Majefty and Glory ride,

With Truth and Meeknefs at thy Side!

4 Thine Anger, like a pointed Dart,
Shall pierce the. Foes of ftubborn Heart :
Or Words of Mercy kind and fweet
Shall melt the Rebels at thy Feet.

5 Thy Throne, O God, for ever ftands,
Grace is the Scepter in thy Hands;
Thy Laws and Works are juft and right,
Juftice and Grace are thy Delight.

6 GOD, thine own GOD, has richly fhed
His Oil of Gladnefs on thy Head,
And with his facred SPIRIT bleft
His firft-born Son above the reft.

PART II.

7 THE KING OF SAINTS, how fair his Face,
Adorn'd with Majefty and Grace!
He comes with Bleffings from above,
And wins the Nations to his Love.

8 At his right Hand our Eyes behold
The Queen array'd in pureft 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.

10 So fhall the KING the more rejoice
In thee, the Favourite of his Choice;
Let Him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,

For He's thy MAKER and thy LORD.

11 O happy Hour, when thou fhalt 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 Praifes fpread;
While we with cheerful Songs approve
The Condefcenfions of his Love.

G

OD is the Refuge of his Saints,
When Storms of fharp Diftrefs invade

Ere we can offer our Complaints,

Behold Him prefent with his Aid.

2 Let Mountains from their Seats be hurl'd
Down to the Deep, and bury'd there:
Convulfions fhake the folid World,
Our Faith fhall never yield to Fear.

3

Loud may the troubled Ocean roar,
In facred Peace our Souls abide ;
While ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Shore
Trembles, and dreads the fwelling Tide.