5 "Be still, and learn that I am God, "I'll be exalted o'er the lands;

"I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But still my throne in Zion stands.” 6 O Lord of hosts, Almighty King; While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell.

PSALM 47. C. M.

Christ ascending and reigning.
FOR a shout of sacred joy,
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus, Our God, ascends on high;
His heav'nly guards around
Attend him rising thro' the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains:
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 These western climes are all the Lord's,
Here Abraham's God is known;

While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne.

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PSALM 48. First Part. S. M.

The Church is the honour and safety of a nation.

GREAT is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honour of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.
3 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress:

How bright hath his salvation shone
Thro' all her palaces!

4 When Kings against her join'd,
And saw the Lord was there,
In wild confusion of the mind
They fled with hasty fear.
5 When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,

He sends his tempests roaring loud,
And sinks them in the seas.

6 Oft have our fathers told;
Our eyes have often seen;
How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own sheep have been.
7 In ev'ry new distress,

We'll to his house repair:
We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.

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PSALM 48. Second Part. S. M.

The worship and order of the Church.

FAR as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise ·

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.
2 With joy thy people stand
On Zion's chosen 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 thy holy ground,
And mark the building well;

4 The orders of thy house,
The worship of thy court,
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise!
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 here below,
And ours above the sky.

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PSALM 49. First Part. C. M.

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The vanity of life and riches.

WHY doth the man of riches
To insolence and pride,

grow

To see his wealth and honours flow

With ev'ry rising tide?

2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay;

And boast as tho' his flesh were born
Of better dust than they?

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve;

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

4 Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;

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

5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;

"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his mem❜ry dies!

His name is buried in the dust,
Where his own carcass lies.

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

9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,
Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race,
And like the beasts they die.

10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there;

Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
In terror and despair.

PSALM 49. Second Part. C. M.
Death and the resurrection.

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E sons of pride that hate the just,
And trample on the poor;

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

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 soul 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.

PSALM 50. First Part. C. M.
The last judgment, Saints rewarded.

1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh;

The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,

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Judgment will ne'er begin;"

No more abuse his long delay

To impudence and sin.

3 Thron'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 hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice, and their doom.

5"But gather all my saints (he cries)
"That made their peace with God,