4 There is a Stream, whofe gentle Flow 5 That facred Stream, thine holy Word, 6 Sion enjoys her MONARCH's Love 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 ftill our Aid; Behold the Works his Hand has wrought! 9 From Sea to Sea through all the Shores to He breaks the Bow, He cuts the Spear; "Be ftill; and learn that I am GOD! 12 O LORD of Hofts, Almighty KING! FOR a Shout of facred Joy 2 JESUS, our GOD, afcends on high; 3 While Angels fhout and praife their KING, 4 Rehearse his Praife with Awe profound Nor mock Him with a folemn Sound 5 In Ifrael ftood his ancient Throne, But now he calls the World his own, 6 The British Islands are the LORD'S, There Abr'ham's GOD is known, While Pow'rs and Princes, Shields and Swords Submit before his Throne. PSALM XLVIII. Metre i. G REAT is the LORD our GOD, 2 Thefe Temples of his Grace, 3 In Sion GoD is known A Refuge in Distress; How bright has his Salvation fhone 4 When Kings against her join'd, 5 When Navies, tall and proud, 6 Oft have our Fathers told, Our Eyes have often seen, How well our GOD fecures the Fold In ev'ry new Diftrefs We'll to his House repair; We'll think upon his wondrous Grace, PART II. FAR as thy Name is known Thy Saints, O LORD, before thy Throne With Joy let Judah ftand On Sion's chofen Hill; Proclaim the Wonders of thy Hand, And Counsels of thy Will. Let Strangers walk around The City where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy Ground, And mark the Building well. The Orders of thy Houfe, The cheerful Songs, the folemn Vows, How decent and how wife! How glorious to behold! Beyond the Pomp that charms the Eyes. And Rites adorn'd with Gold. 13 The GOD we worship now Will guide us till we die; Will be our GOD while here below, I PSALM XLVIII. GR Metre ii. REAT is our GOD; with warmest Zeal O let his Name be bleft, 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 3 LORD! what our Ears long fince have known, 4 Thrice bleft Abode! whofe ev'ry Tow'r 5 The GOD whofe wide-extended Pow'r When proftrate at thy hallow'd Shrine, 6 LET Sion's heav'n-devoted Mount 7 Go, walk her facred Streets along, With curious Eye her Bulwarks strong |