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PSALM XLVI. Second part.
God fights for his church.
Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms risc;
The nations melt, the tumuit dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is still our aid:
What defolations he has made.
He makes the noise of battle ceale;
He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear,
Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame;
The sound and glory of his name.
" I'll be exalted o'er the lands,
“ But still my throne in Zion stands." 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
While we fo near thy presence dwell,
PS A L M XLVII.
To God the fov'reign King !
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jefus our God ascends on high;
His heav'nly guards around
With trumpet's joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Let knowledge lead the song,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He lov'd that chosen race;
And heathens taste his grace.
There Abraham's God is known;
Submit before his throne.
PSALM XLVIII. 1,-8. First Part. The church is the honour and safety of a nation I[ REAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
His most delightful feat.
How beautiful they stand!
And bulwarks of our land.] 3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress;
How bright has his falvation fhone
Through all her palaces. 4 When kings against her join'd,
And saw the Lord was there, In wild coofufion of the mind
They filed with hafty fear. 5 When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempest roaring loud,
And finks them in the feas. 6 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
Where his own sheep have been. 7 In ev'ry new distress
We'll to his house repair,
And seek deliv'rance there.
PSALM XLVIII. 10,- 14. Second Parti
The beauty of the church; or, Gospel worship and
order. TAR as
The world declares thy praise; Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their songs of honour raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand
On Sion's chofeo hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
Compass and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well:
The worship of thy court,
And make a fair report,
How glorious to behold!
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.
doth the man of riches grow
PSALM XLIX. 6,-14. ift Part. Com.Metre.
With ev'ry rising tide?
Made of the self-fame clay,
Of better duft than they?]
His foul a short reprieve,
Or make his brother live.
The ranfom is too high;
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
And halten to the grave.
" My house shall ever stand;
" I'll give it to my land.” 7 Vain, are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his mem'ry dies ! His pame 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 say,
And act their works again.
If honour raise them high,
And like the beast they die.
them there, "Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.)
PSALM XLIX. 14, 15. Second Part.
Death and the resurrection.
And trample on
Thall rise no more.