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2. The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked foul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh; And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Th’inheritance is sure ;
But I'll repine no more.
PSALM XLIX. Long Metre. The rich finner's death, and the saint's resurrection.
H Y do the proud infult the poor,
And boast the large estates they have; How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave ! 2 They can't redeem one hour from death
With all the wealth in which they trust;
When God commands him down to dust, 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
Lyes cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the finner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
And find th' oppressor at their feet. 5 His honours perish in the dust,
And pomp, and beauty, birth, and blood;
That glorious day exalts the just,
To full dominion o'er the proud. 6 My Saviour shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode :
Tibids the whole earth draw nigh,
PSALM L. 1,-6. First Part. Common Metre.
Bids the whole earth draw
And near the western sky
“ Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and fin. 3 Throu'd on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.
Attending angels come,
His justice and their doom.
" That made their peace with God.
And seal'd it with his blood,
“ Shall make the world confess “ My fentence of reward is right,
or Aad heav'o adore my grace,
PSALM L. Ver. 10, 11, 14, 15, 23. Second part,
6 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 sacrifice,
“ Nor bullocks burnt with fire; “ To hope and love, to pray and praises
“Is all that I require.
“ My hand shall set thee free;
66 The honour due to me.
“ He glorifies me best:
“ Shall my salvation taste.
PSALM L. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. Third Part.
The judgment of Hypocrites.
THEN Christ to judgment shall descend,
And faints surround their Lord,
And hear his awful word.
“ Will I the world reprove:
Is Without the fire of love,
« And what have hypocrites to do;
“ To bring their facrifice?
“ But deal in theft and lies.
« And sin without controul ?
“ With anguish in your soul.
Before his wrath appear;
There's no deliv'rer there.
PSALM L. Third Part. Long Metre.
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehea, se his name
With lips of fallehood and deceit;
And footh and flatter thofe they hate.
Yet dare to feck their Maker's face;
Bur break his laws, abuse his grace.
Difild with luft, defild with blood;
By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure
and fin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
far off the dreadful hour.
And lets their crimes before their eyes !
PSA L M L. To a new tune.
The last judgment.
THE Lord; the fov 'reign, fends his sum.
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are
3 Behold my cov'napt stands for ever good, Seai'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, And fign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the aptient worship or the new, There's no distinction bere; come, spread their
4 I their almighty Saviour and their God,