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.
4 Heav'n is my everlasting home,

Th’inheritance is sure ;
Let men of pride their rage resume

But I'll repine no more.

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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;
Nor give a dying brother breath,

When God commands him down to dust, 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade

Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
That felh so delicately fed

Lyes cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the finner dies,

Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The faints shall in the morning rife,

And find th' oppressor at their feet. 5 His honours perish in the dust,

And pomp, and beauty, birth, and blood;

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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 :
My flesh and soul shall part no more;
But dwell for ever near my God.

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Tibids the whole earth draw nigh,

PSALM L. 1,-6. First Part. Common Metre.
The last judgment : or, The faints rewarded.
HE Lord, the judge before his throne

Bids the whole earth draw
The nations near the rising sun,

And near the western sky
2 No more shall bold blafphemers say,

“ 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.
4 Heav'n from above his call shall heat,

Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall kaow, and fear

His justice and their doom.
5" But gather all my faints (he cries)

" That made their peace with God.
By the Redeemer's facrifice,

And seal'd it with his blood,
6 " Their faith and works brought forth to light,

“ Shall make the world confess “ My fentence of reward is right,

or Aad heav'o adore my grace,

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PSALM L. Ver. 10, 11, 14, 15, 23. Second part,

Common Metre.
Obedience is better than facrifice. ,
HUS laith the Lord, “ Thespacious fields,

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.
3
" Call upon me when trouble's near,

“ My hand shall set thee free;
" Then shall thy thankful lips declare

66 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 salvation taste.

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

Common Metre.

The judgment of Hypocrites.
WHALE

THEN Christ to judgment shall descend,

And faints surround their Lord,
He calls the nations to attend,

And hear his awful word.
"Not for the want of bullocks slain

“ Will I the world reprove:
** Altars and rites, and forms are vain

Is Without the fire of love,

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« And what have hypocrites to do;

“ To bring their facrifice?
• They call my statutes just and true,

“ But deal in theft and lies.
“ Could you expect to 'scape my fight,

« And sin without controul ?
“ But I shall bring your crimes to light

“ With anguish in your soul.
s Consider, ye that light the Lord,

Before his wrath appear;
If once you fall beneath his sword,

There's no deliv'rer there.

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PSALM L. Third Part. Long Metre.

Hypocrify exposed.
HE Lord, the judge, his churches warns,

Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hope in rites and forms,

But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehea, se his name

With lips of fallehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,

And footh and flatter thofe they hate.
3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,

Yet dare to feck their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,

Bur break his laws, abuse his grace.
4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean;

Difild with luft, defild with blood;
By night they practise ev'ry fin,

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,
And
put

far off the dreadful hour.
6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near,

And lets their crimes before their eyes !
His wrath their guilty louls shall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rile..

PSA L M L. To a new tune.

The last judgment.

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THE Lord; the fov 'reign, fends his sum.

Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
Erom east to weft the founding orders spread
Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead:
No more Mall Atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance Neeps no more: Behold the day!

2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: nigh,
Heav'n, earth, and hell drawnear; let all things come
To hear his justice and the finner's doom;
But gather first my faints (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

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

thrones,
And near me fer my fav’rites and my fons.

4 I their almighty Saviour and their God,
I am their Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad
My juft eternal sentence and declare
Those awful truths that fingers dread to hear;