Compass and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well:

4 The orders of thy houfe,

The worship of thy court,

The chearful fongs, the folemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wife!
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 while he. e below,
And ours above the sky.

PSALM XLIX. 6,-14. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.

1

7HY doth the man of riches

To infolence and pride,

grow

To fee his wealth and honours flow

With ev'ry rifing tide?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn,
Made of the felf-fame clay,

And boast as tho' his flefh were born
Of better duft than they?]

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His foul a fhort reprieve,

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

4 [Life is a bleffing can't be fold
The ranfom is too high;

Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.]

5 He fees the brutish and the wife,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes,
And haften to the grave.

6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My houfe fhall ever ftand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."

7 Vain, are his thoughts, his hopes are loft,
How foon his mem❜ry dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcass lies.

PAUSE.

8 This is the folly of their way;
And yet their fons as vain
Approve the words their fathers fay,
And act their works again.

9 Men void of wifdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,

Live like the beaft, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.

10 [Laid in the grave like filly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
'Till the last trumpet break their fleep
In terror and despair.]

PSALM XLIX. 14, 15. Second Part.
Common Metre.

Death and the refurrection.

"E fons of pride that hate the juft,
And trample on the poor,

When death has brought you down to duft.
Your pomp fhall rife no more.

2 The laft great day fhall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When fhall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked foul receive,
When fep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prifon of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heav'n is my everlafting home,
Th' inheritance is fure;
Let men of pride their rage resume
But I'll repine no more.

PSALM XLIX. Long Metre.

The rich finner's death, and the faint's refurrection.
HY do the proud infult the poor,

1

And boaft the large eftates they have;

How vain are riches to fecure

Their haughty owners from the grave!
2 They can't redeem one hour from death
With all the wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying brother breath,

3

When God commands him down to dust,
There the dark earth and dismal shade.
Shall clafp their naked bodies round;
That flesh fo delicately fed

Lyes cold, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless fheep the finner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The faints fhall in the morning rife,
And find th' oppreffor at their feet.

5 His honours perish in the duft,

And pomp, and beauty, birth, and blood

That glorious day exalts the juft,
To full dominion o'er the proud.
6 My Saviour shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode:
My flesh and foul shall part no more;
But dwell for ever near my God.

PSALM L. 1,-6. Firft Part. Common Metre.

The laft judgment: or, The faints rewarded.
HE Lord, the judge before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,

TH

The nations near the rifing fun,

And near the western sky.

2 No more fhall bold blafphemers fay,
"Judgment will ne'er begin;"
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and fin.

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

5

Thunder and darkness, fire and ftorm
Lead on the dreadful day.

Heav'n from above his call fhall hear,
Attending angels come,

And earth and hell fhall know, and fear

His juftice and their doom.

But gather all my faints (he cries)
"That made their peace with God

"By the Redeemer's facrifice,

"And feal'd it with his blood.

"Their faith and works brought forth to light, "Shall make the world confefs "My fentence of reward is right,

And heav'n adore my grace,

PSALML. Ver. 10, 11, 14, 15, 23. Second part

T

Common Metre.

Obedience is better than facrifice.

HUS faith the Lord," The fpacious fields
"And flocks and herds are mine,

"O'er all the cattle of the hills

"I claim a right divine.

2 "I ask no sheep for facrifice,
"Nor bullocks burnt with fire;
"To hope and loye, to pray and praise
"Is all that I require.

3

"Call upon me when trouble's near,
"My hand shall set thee free;
"Then fhall thy thankful lips declare
"The honour due to me.

4 "The man that offers humble praise,
"He glorifies me best:

"And those that tread my holy ways
"Shall my falvation taste.

PSALM L. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. Third Part
Common Metre.

The judgment of Hypocrites.

WHE

HEN Chrift to judgment fhall defcend,
And faints furround their Lord,

He calls the nations to attend,

And hear his awful word.

"Not for the want of bullocks flain
"Will I the world reprove:
Altars and rites, and forms are vain
Without the fire of love,