PSALM 45. Part 2. L. M. The mystical marriage. 1 THE King of saints, how fair his face, For him thy father's house forsake, 4 Thine eyes are like celestial fires, PSALM 46. Part 1. L. M. The assurance of hope. 1 GOI is the refuge of his saints, When storms of wrath the nations rend, Ere vive can offer our complaints. Be hold him present to defend. 2 Let 1 nountains from their seats be hurl'd I Down to the deep with crashing noise, Convulsions shake this solid world, And every planet lose its poise. 3 Loud let the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tile. 4 There is a stream of gentle flow, That springs from heaven's eternal source, And flow like water from a rock. PSALM 46. Part 2. L. M. God fights for his Church. 1 LET Zion in her King rejoice, When tyrants rage and kingdoms rie, 3 The Lord of hosts our refuge is, He for his church his power employs When from on high his thunder roars, He frowns the trembling world to peace. 5 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, The chariot burns with heavenly flame, Let earth in silent wonder hear, And tremble at his dreadful name. While we so near thy presence dwell, The Lord our refuge. Torn piece-meal by the rolling tide. While blazing comets fill the sky; For God your Savior reigns on high." It rises near the throne of God, It ran along the 'Arabian sands. Meandering, flowing in different courses as a river. 4 Thy word, that stream, is richly stor❜d, And does to fainting souls afford A cooling draft to quench the thirst; While marching on for Jordan's brink, We haste to Christ, our Rock, and drink, And in his promise taste him first. 5 In vain the powers of earth engage, And dare against the church to rage, The church shall stand when empire falls; In vain his strength the champion boasts, Our refuge is the Lord of hosts, O Zion, who can raze thy walls? 6 Be still, adoring earth, be still, Submissive to the 'Eternal will, Let war and all its horrors cease; PSALM 47. L. M. Ascension. 1 LET all the people clap their hands, 2 His name most dreadful sounds on high, 3 He shall our rebel race subdue, What power and grace in Jesus meet, The world shall know his word is true, And nations worship at his feet. 4 Of old, Jehovah lov'd the Jews, And chose the place where they should dwell;. But sent the Greeks the gospel news, And made the Gentile church to 'excell. 5 Behold him rising from the ground, See him ascending in the cloud, God has gone up with trumpet's sound, And angels shout his praise aloud. 6 Mortals, to him your voices raise, Let earth assist the heavenly throng, The God of Abraham wears the shield, PSALM 47. C. M. Spiritual worship. IO, FOR a shout of sacred joy, 2 Jesus our God ascends on high, 3 While angels sing the Savior's praise, Let earth in songs his honor raise, O'er earth and heaven he reigns. 4 Sing praise to God, ye saints above, Sing praise, ye saints below, With understanding shout his love, |