PSALM 49. Part 2. C. M.

Death and the resurrection.

1 YE sons of pride, who hate the just, And humble souls despise,

When death has brought you down to dust
Your pomp no more shall rise.

2 The last great day shall change the scene,
The happy time draws near,

A few more years shall intervene,
And Jesus shall appear.

3 In vain you slight that hastening day,
And put the thought afar,

For God shall call your souls away
To stand before his bar.

4 At death your pride and greatness end,
The immortal spirit fled,

No marks of glory shall descend,
To signalize your bed.

5 But God my soul shall yet redeem,
And raise me from the grave,

The bursting tombs with life shall teem,
When God comes down to save.

6 Ye wheels of time, perform your rounds,
To bring salvation nigh,

And while the judgment trumpet sounds,
Ye saints, ascend on high.

7 Heaven is our everlasting dome,*
How firm our house abides,

Strangers on earth, we hasten home,
Where Christ our friend resides.
PSALM 49. L. M.

The death of the rich and resurrection of the just.
1 WHY do the proud their equals scorn
And treat a fellow as a slave?

* Dome, a house, or building.

Are we not all to sorrows born,

And doom'd alike to know the grave? 2 The 'ungodly rich can ne'er relieve

A friend, who labors hard for breath,
A brother's soul they can't reprieve,
Nor bring him from the gates of death.
3 Deep in the dark and dismal shades,

No servants shall their state attend,
Their pomp departs, their glory fades,

Nor with them does their wealth descend. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, O'erwhelm'd with everlasting gloom; The saints shall in the morning rise, And hear the 'oppressor's awful doom. 5 Sepultur'd deep in silent dust,

His face is cover'd with his shroud,
That glorious day shall raise the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.
6 When all the tombs with life shall teem,
And earth and sea their dead restore;
Then shall my God my soul redeem,
And flesh and spirit part no more.

PSALM 50. Part 1. C. M.
The last day.

1 THE 'Almighty speaks, and from his mouth His word the nations hear,

From east to west, from north to south,
Assembled all appear.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin,"
No more abuse his long delay,
To ridicule and sin.

Sepultured, buried, interred.

3 Behold the hour, the dreadful hour,
He comes with trumpet's sound,
Before him wasting flames devour,
And tempest's roar around.

4 On him attendant angels wait,.
He calls on heaven aloud,
Swift as the lightning is his gait,.
His chariot is a cloud.

5 What wonders shall his power perform, Creation feels his frown,

Thunder and darkness, fire, and storm From heaven come rushing down. 6 Hark! the last trumpet's jarring noise The fixed stars misplace,

Each planet thrown from off its poise,
Recedes* before his face.

7 But gather all my saints (he cries),
Who trust in grace alone,

Guard them, ye cherubs, thro the skies,
And seat them near my throne.

8 With me the covenant first they seal'd, And in my footsteps trod,

In heaven their works shall be reveal'd,
And they shall dwell with God.

PSALM 50. Part 2. C. M.
Obedience is better than sacrifice.

1 LET Israel hear the 'eternal claim,
O'er all the world made known,
"Jehovah is my sovreign name;
And earth is all mine own.

2 Mine are the beasts, the fowls are mine, And mountains where they throng;

* To recede, to fall back, to retreat.

The bleating flocks, the lowing kine,
To God alone belong.

3 If I were hungry, yet mine hand
Could well supply my need,

I would no sheep of thee demand,
Nor on thy cattle feed.

4 Give me no bullock from the stall,
Let the quadrupeds* live;
'Twas God who first created all
Then what can' sinners give!

5 Approach my throne with sacred awe,
And in my presence bow;
With thankful hearts observe my law,
And keep the solemn vow.
6 This be thy daily sacrifice,

Thy God to love and fear,
Invoke his name when troubles rise,
And God shall soon appear.

pray

7 The men who love to praise and
The best perform my will;
And they, who tread mine holy way,
Shall reach mine heavenly hill."

PSALM 50. Part 3. C. M.

The judgment of hypocrites.

1 WHEN Christ to judgment shall descend, With myriads round his throne,

He calls the nations all to 'attend,

And makes his sentence known.

2 "Not for the want of bullocks slain,
Your souls I now require,

Altars and rites and forms are vain,
Without celestial fire.

Quadruped, a four footed beast.

3 And what have hypocrites to do,
To bring their sacrifice,

They call my statutes just and true,
But deal in theft and lies.

4 How could you think to shun my sight, And sin without control?

But I shall bring your crimes to light,
With anguish in the soul."

5 Sinners, repent while God forbears,
His grace no more despise;
When once his wrath the guilty tears,
No helper dares to rise.

PSALM 50. Part 1. L. M.

The day of judgment.

THE trump of Jesus sounds afar,
The rising dead his mandates* hear,
And all the world before his bar,

In solemn process soon appear.
2 The nations, rank'd in two grand files,
Around the Judge in order stand;
On one he frowns, on one he smiles,

And reads their doom on either hand. 3 He speaks and with the voice of love Invites his saints to heavenly rest, They take their seats on thrones above, And reign with Christ for ever blest. 4 Then with a stern and dreadful look, He penetrates the sinner's heart, And opening heaven's unerring book, He reads his awful doom-" depart!" 5 Consider, ye who slight his grace, And make the great salvation sure,

* Mandates, commands, orders.