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4 There is a Stream, whose gentle Flow
Supplies the City of our GOD:
That sacred Stream, thine holy Word,
And give new Strength to fainting Souls. 6 Sion enjoys her MONARCA's Love
Secure against a threat’ning Hour;
7 LET Sion in her King rejoice,
Though Tyrants rage, and Kingdoms rise;
The Nations melt, the Tumult dies, 8 The Lord of old for Jacob fought;
And Jacob's God is still our Aid;
9 From Sea to Sea through all the Shores
He makes the Noise of Battle cease :
He awes the trembling World to Peace. 10 He breaks the Bow, He cuts the Spear;
Chariots He burns with heav'nly Flame:
1166 Be still; and learn that I am God!
« I'll be exalted o'er the Lands;
“ But still my Throne in Sion stands." 12 O LORD of Hofts, Almighty King !
While we so near thy Presence dwell,
FOR a Shout of sacred Joy
! Let ev'ry Land their Tongues employ,
And Hymns of Triumph sing.
His heavenly Guards around
With Trumpet's joyful Sound, 3 While Angels shout and praise their KING,
Let Mortals learn their Strains;
O'er all the Earth He reigns.
Let Knowledge lead the Song,
Upon a thoughtless Tongue.
He lov'd that chosen Race;
And Heathens tafte his Grace.
6 The British Islands are the LORD's,
There Abrham's God is known, While Pow'rs and Princes, Shields and Swords
Submit before his Throne.
PSA L M
REAT is the Lord our God,
And let his Praise be great : He makes his Churches his Abode,
His most delightful Seat.
How beautiful they stand!
And Bulwarks of our Land.
A Refuge in Distress;
Through all her Palaces !
4 When Kings against her join’d,
And saw the Lord was there; In wild Gonfusion of the Mind
They fled with trembling Fear.
Attempt to spoil our Peace;
And sinks them in the Seas.
6 Oft have our Fathers told,
Our Eyes have often feen,
Where his own Sheep have been.
In ev'ry new Distrefs
We'll to his House repair;
And seek Deliy'rance there.
8 FAR as thy Name is known
The World declares thy Praise ;
Their Songs of Honour raise. 9 With Joy let Judah stand
On Sion's cholen Hill;
And Counsels of thy Will. 10 Let Strangers walk around
The City where we dwell,
And mark the Building well.
The Orders of thy House,
And inake a fair Report. 12
How decent and how wife!
How glorious to behold !
And Rites adorn'd with Gold.
The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die;
PSALM XLVIII. Metre ii.
be Within the Precincts of his Hill,
And City of his Rest.
Imperial Sion's Seat :
Its Measure owns compleat. 3 LORD! what our Ears long since have known,
Our Eyes delighted trace,
To Salem's chosen Race.
By Thee fupported ftands,
Th' ethereal Host commands.
Thy Mercies Each surveys, Transported with the View, we join
In Wonder, Love, and Praise.
6 LET Sion's heav'n-devoted Mount
With Shouts of Triumph ring,
The Judgments of her KING.
And let her Tow'rs be told ;
And beauteous Domes behold.