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.

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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 MONARCA's Love

Secure against a threat’ning Hour;
Nor can her firma Foundations move
Built on his Truth, and arm'd with Pow'r.

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 Jacob fought;

And Jacob's God is still our Aid;
Behold the Works his Hand has wrought !
What Desolation He has made !

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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 Naine!

1166 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 so near thy Presence dwell,
Our Faith shall sit secure and sing
Defiance to the Gates of Hell.

FOR a Shout of sacred Joy

! Let ev'ry Land their Tongues employ,

And Hymns of Triumph sing.
2 Jesus, our God, afcends on high ;

His heavenly Guards around
Attend him rising through the Sky,

With Trumpet's joyful Sound, 3 While Angels shout and praise their KING,

Let Mortals learn their Strains;
Let all the Earth his Honours fing;

O'er all the Earth He reigns.
Rehearse his Praise with Awe profound

Let Knowledge lead the Song,
Nor mock Him with a solemn Sound

Upon a thoughtless Tongue.
5 In Israel stood his ancient Throne,

He lov'd that chosen Race;
But now he calls the World his own,

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.

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XLVIII.

Metre i.

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REAT is the Lord our God,

And let his Praise be great : He makes his Churches his Abode,

His most delightful Seat.
2 These Temples of his Grace,

How beautiful they stand!
The Honours of our native Place,

And Bulwarks of our Land.

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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 Gonfusion of the Mind

They fled with trembling Fear.
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When Navies, tall and proud,

Attempt to spoil our Peace;
He fends his Tempest roaring loud,

And sinks them in the Seas.

6 Oft have our Fathers told,

Our Eyes have often feen,
How well our God secures the Fold

Where his own Sheep have been.

In ev'ry new Distrefs

We'll to his House repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous Grace,

And seek Deliy'rance there.

8 FAR as thy Name is known

The World declares thy Praise ;
Thy Saints, O LORD, before thy Throne

Their Songs of Honour raise. 9 With Joy let Judah stand

On Sion's cholen Hill;
Proclaim the Wonders of thy Hand,

And Counsels of thy Will. 10 Let Strangers walk around

The City where we dwell,
Compass and view thine holy Ground,

And mark the Building well.

The Orders of thy House,
The Worship of thy Court;
The cheerful Songs, the solemn Vows,

And inake a fair Report. 12

How decent and how wife!

How glorious to behold !
Beyond the Pomp that charms the Eyes.

And Rites adorn'd with Gold.

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The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die;
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the Sky:

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PSALM XLVIII. Metre ii.
REAT is our God; with warmest Zeal

be Within the Precincts of his Hill,

And City of his Rest.
2 Fair is that Hill; how wondrous fair!

Imperial Sion's Seat :
There centers, Earth, thy Joy, and there

Its Measure owns compleat. 3 LORD! what our Ears long since have known,

Our Eyes delighted trace,
Thy Love in long Succession shown

To Salem's chosen Race.
4 Thrice bleft Abode! whose ev'ry Tow'r

By Thee fupported ftands,
The God whose wide-extended Pow'r

Th' ethereal Host commands.
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When proftrate at thy hallow'd Shrine,

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,
And Judah's Daughters, pleas’d, recount

The Judgments of her KING.
7 Go, walk her sacred Streets along,

And let her Tow'rs be told ;
With curious Eye her Bulwarks strong

And beauteous Domes behold.