5 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
To God the praise belongs,

Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
In uninstructed songs.

6 His ancient throne in Israel stood,
He lov'd that chosen race;

But now he makes his promise good,
And heathens taste his grace.
7 Now let the Jewish princes meet,
And wisely thus consult,

"To lay their robes at Jesus' feet,
And in his name to 'exult."

PSALM 48. L. M.

Mount Zion.

1 GREAT is the Lord, his power has rais'd An holy church in happy lands; And be his name for ever prais'd,

O'er all the nation where it stands. 2 Mount Zion, blissful seat of rest,

The joyful earth with splendor fills; And stretching far from east to west, Reclines her sides on northern hills. 3 The Lord, her refuge, seeks her good, And long her glory shall remain Assembled kings against her stood,

But pass'd her by, or fought in vain. 4 They saw, and wonder'd at the sight, An awful panic seiz'd the mind, Fear went before them in their flight, And throes parturient came behind. 5 At first a song was in their lips,

The kings with threat'ning language spoke But eastern winds destroy'd their ships, And tempests their proud navies broke.

6 As once our friends and fathers told, How God appear'd to set us free, So now again our eyes behold,

And on our side the Savior see. 7 The praise alone to God belongs,

Him let his ransom'd people bless,
Hail him in loud triumphant songs,

His hand is full of righteousness. • Go round the mount, invading powers, Go round the mount, in which we dwell, Mark ye the bulwarks, count the towers, And every place of refuge tell.

9 The living God is our defence,

Ye tyrants, hold your threat'ning breath,
In vain you think to drive us hence,
The Lord our guide is ours till death.

PSALM 48. Part 1. S. M.

The church is the honor and safety of a nation.
GREAT is the Lord above,

His throne in heaven is rais'd,
And in the mountain of his love
His name is greatly prais'd.

2 The church with glory fills

The nation where it stands,
And from the sides of northern hills
Adorns surrounding lands.

3 A refuge for the 'opprest,

Our God and Savior is,

Elohim* is our Rock and Rest,
He calls our people his.

4 When impious kings combin'd
To lay his people waste,

* Elohim, the three persons in Jehovah

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In wild confusion of the mind
They fled with fearful haste.
5 When navies tall and proud,
Attempt to spill our blood,
He sends his tempest roaring loud,
And sinks them in the flood.

6 Our fathers oft have told

The wonders of his name;

And yet our wond'ring eyes behold His power and grace the same. 7 W hen darkness clouds our skies, We'll to his house repair, And pray to God, with suppliant cries, Till heaven again grow fair.

PSALM 48. Part 2. S. M.

The beauty of gospel worship.

1 FAR as the Father's name
Is by the Son made known,
So far the greatness of his fame,
O'er every land is shown.

2 With joy his people stand
On Zion's chosen hill,

To show the wonders of his hand,
And counsels of his will.

3 Go, stranger, walk around

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

4 The stranger reverent bows,

And well observes our court,
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And thus he makes report.

5 «The church array'd in light,
Is glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the sight,
Or rites adorn'd with gold.

6 How sacred is the pile*,

Where lives the holy dove,
Where God the Father deigns to smile,
Where Jesus shows his love!
7 The God whom saints revere,
Will guide us till we die;

God is our God while strangers here,
And ours above the sky."

PSALM 49. Part 1. C. M.

Equality in death.

1 ATTENTIVE to the word give ear,
Ye men of every grade,

The hour of death is drawing near,
When all are equal made.

2 Then why should men of riches

grow

And swell with affluent pride,
To see their wealth and honors flow

With every rising tide?

3 Why should they treat the poor with scorn, Of death coequal heirs,

Or boast as if their flesh was born,

Of better dust than theirs?

4 The rich are held in high esteem,
And yet how vain is wealth!
Not one his brother can redeem,
Nor give the dying health.'
5 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

* Pile, a building or edifice.

6 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave.

7 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"Mine house shall ever stand,
And that my name may long abide,
I'll give it to my land.”

8 But, O! how soon his glory fades,
How like a beast he dies,
Lost in oblivion and the shades,
His house in ruin lies!

PAUSE.

9 Vain are the sons of high renown,
For death the proud assaults,
And like a giant hurls them down
To darkness and the vaults..
10 Great is the folly of their way!
And yet their sons as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.

11 Awhile on pamper'd flesh they feast,
And slaughter flock and brood,
Then die forgotten as a beast,

And serve the worms for food. 12 As sheep in graves promiscuous laid, So sinners sleep in dust,

No more to make the saints afraid,
No more to vex the just.

13 Vain man to proud distinction born,
Must bow his lofty head;

But rise neglected in the morn
When God shall raise the dead.

* Promiscuous, mixed without distinction.