Jehovah, jealous of his praise,

Would search and know the heart. 3. O Lord, thy saints are doom'd to die, As martyrs for thy name,

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.

4 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,

Why sleeps thy wanted grace?
Why should we seem like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?"

5 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And long neglect our cries?
Shall envious foes for ever scoff,
And triumph in their lies?

6 Down to the dust our souls are bow'd,
Beneath the 'oppressor's rod;
How long shall fools be thus allow'd
To vex the sons of God?
7 Awake, almighty God, awake,
Our helper strong and near;
Redeem us for thy mercy's sake,
That all the world may fear.

PSALM 45. S. M.

The success of the gospel.

1 MY cheerful heart indites,
A song to please my King;
Jesus, thou fairest of delights,
I would thy glories sing.
2 Dear friend of dying men,
To thee my voice I raise;
Awake, my soul, begin my pen,
To celebrate his praise.

s Thy lips are full of grace,
Thine eyes for beauty shine;

Now show the world thy lovely face,
Now prove thy power divine.

4 Exalt thy royal head,

Lift thy victorious hand,
And come in majesty to spread
Thy conquests thro the land.
5 Thy sword about thee gird,

Ride prosperous from above,
With kindest mercy gently stir'd,
Achieve the feats of love.

6 Strike thro the sons of steel,

And touch their stubborn hearts; O, may repenting sinners feel The keenness of thy darts. 7 How glorious, yet how meek, The King of saints appears! This is the man whom sinners seek, The God whom satan fears!

PAUSE.

8 Jesus, thy throne shall stand, Should heaven and earth remove; A peaceful scepter in thine hand, Thy word of grace shall prove,

9 Because thou hatest strife,

Thy God has on thine head,
Above thy fellows, grace and life,
Like oil of gladness shed.

10 Thy garments smell of myrrh,
In royal vestments clad;
We feel our hearts within us stir,
Thy presence makes us glad.

11 Near to thy bleeding side,

The Gentile church is seen, Array'd in grace a beauteous bride, And Princes guard the Queen.

12 Fair bride, his offer take, Renounce his rivals now,

For him thy father's house forsake,
And keep the marriage vow.
13 O, let thy God and King,

Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
Thy children shall his honor sing,
And tell the world their joy.

PSALM 45. Part 1. C. M.

The personal glories of Christ.

1 SWEET is the song mine heart indites,
My Savior is the theme,
Jesus, thou fairest of delights,
Thy glories are supreme.

2 Thy face excells the sons of men,
And all the forms above,
Nor fluent tongue, nor ready pen,
Can half express thy love.

3 Sweet is thy speech, thy lips with grace
Diffuse a thousand charms;
Now show the splendors of thy face,
And shine the God of arms.

4 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride on with bow and crown;
Thy word is powerful to convince,
Or cast the mighty down.

5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
The kingdom is thy due,

Thy word, the scepter in thine hands,
Is righteous, just, and true.

6 Thou lovest peace, and hatest strife,
And God has on thine head,

Above thy fellows, grace and life,
Like oil of gladness shed.

PSALM 45. Part 2. C. M.
A song of loves.

1 JESUS, thy garments smell of myrrh,
In royal vestments clad;
We feel our hearts within us stir,
Thy presence makes us glad.

2 At thy right hand appears thy Queen, A fair and beauteous bride;

The church adorn'd with grace is seen,
Triumphing near thy side.

3 Illustrious Queen, immortal Spouse!
Forget thy kindred race,

Incline thine ear, from sleep arouse,
And Christ thy Lord embrace.
4 Thine eyes are like celestial fires,
That ne'er with age grow dim;
The King thy beauty much desires,
And thou must worship him.

5 The Gentile nations court thy smiles, Thy love with gifts they woo;

The Tyrians rich among the isles,
Intreat thy favor too.

6 Thy robes are most divinely wrought, And glorious to behold;

Before the King in beauty brought,
Thy raiment shines in gold.

7 A virgin train for gladness sing,
Attendant at thy feet;

In heaven the palace of thy King,
The blest companions meet.

8 Thy fathers number'd with the dead,
No more the church adorn;

Thy children rising in their stead,
Appear like princes born.

9 Thy name on earth shall long remain,
The Lord his church shall raise,
And all thy sons, a heaven born train,
For ever shout his praise.

PSALM 45. Part 1. L. M.

The kingdom of Christ.

1 NOW be my soul inspir'd to sing. The glories of my Savior King,

How fair his form, how heavenly bright, The King in whom the saints delight! 2 O'er all the sons of human race, He shines with far superior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, His eye with sparkling beauty glows. 3 Victorious Prince, by heaven ador'd, Complete in arms, gird on thy sword, In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,

Thy word the scepter in thine hands,

Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.

6 God, thine own God, has richly shed,
His oil of gladness on thine head;
And with his sacred spirit blest
His first born son above the rest.