Then let thy wandering heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the object of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
He is thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies;
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head,
Let every age his praises spread;
Whilst we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

PSALM XLVI.

WATTS.

Long Metre.

Praise for National Peace.

1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, A word of thy almighty breath

Can sink the world, or bid it rise ; Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. When angry nations rush to arms, And rage and noise and tumult reign, When war resounds its dire alarms, And slaughter spreads the crimson plain; 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their Thy word the angry nations own, [power; And noise and war are heard no more.

4 Then peace returns with balmy wings, Reviving commerce spreads her sails,

The fields are green, and plenty sings
Responsive o'er the hills and vales.

5 Thou good and wise and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy will;
Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore;

O may our hearts, and lives and tongues
Confess thy goodness and adore.

PSALM XLVI.

Mrs. STEELE.

Six Line L. M. * or b

War and Peace.

1 GOD is our refuge in distress,

A present help when dangers press;
In him undaunted we'll confide;
Though earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost,
Dissolv'd by every rising tide.

2 A gentle stream with gladness still
The city of our God shall fill,

The sacred seat of God most high;
God dwells in Zion, whose fair towers
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,
Whilst his almighty aid is nigh.

3 In tumults, when the heathen rag'd,
And kingdoms war against us wag'd,
He thunder'd and dispers'd their powers;
The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God, and ours.

4 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought On earth what desolations brought,

How he has calm'd the jarring world; He broke the warlike spear and bow, With them the thundering chariot too Into devouring flames were hurl'd. 5 Submit to God's almighty sway, For him the nations shall obey,

And earth her sovereign Lord confess; The God of hosts conducts our arms,

Our tower of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM XLVII.

TATE.

Common Metre,

Universal Praise.

1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Whilst angels shout their lofty praise,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth their voices raise,
O'er all the earth he reigns.

3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

4 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race!

But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace.

WATTS.

PSALM XLVIII. Short Metre.
Gospel Worship and Order.

1 Great is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes the church his blest abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 Far as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne Their songs of honour raise.

3 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell; Compass and view thy holy ground, And mark the building well;

4 The order of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise!
How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God whilst here below,

Our God above the sky.

WATTS.

PSALM XLIX. Common Metre. b

The Vanity of Riches.

1 WHY doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,

To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide?

2 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve;

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

3 The worth of life can ne'er be told,
Its ransome is too high;

Justice cannot be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

4 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

5 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;

"And, that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land.'

6 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
In which his body lies.

WATTS.

PSALM L. First Part.

C. M.

b

The last Judgment.

1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne

Bids the whole earth draw nigh;
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin ;"

No more abuse his long delay,
To impudence and sin.

3 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way;