Let him be loved, and yet adored,

For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.

s 50 happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.

g 6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;

-While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

PSALM 46. L.M. 1ST PT. Leeds. Blendon.[*]
Church's Safety amidst Desolations.

1 OD is the refuge of his saints,

G invade;

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

o 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled,
Down to the deep and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
u 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar-
In sacred peace our souls abide;
-While every nation, every shore,
• Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.
e 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;

b Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

-5 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls
6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,

g

Built on his truth, and armed with power.

L. M. SECOND PART. Blendon. [*]
God fights for his Church.

01 LET Zion in her King rejoice,

Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise ·

g He utters his almighty voice,

e The nations melt-the tumult dies.

o 2 The Lord, of old, for Jacob fought; And Jacob's God is still our aid:

e Behold the works his hand hath wrought;
a What desolations he has made!

o 3 From sea to sea, through all the shores,
He makes the noise of battle cease;
g When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
s 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear;
Chariots he burns with heavenly flame :
p Keep silence, all the earth,—and hear
The sound and glory of his name.

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

"I will be known and feared abroad, "But still my throne in Zion stands." e 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, e While we so near thy presence dwell -Our faith shall sit secure, and sing o Defiance to the gates of hell.

PSALM 47. C. M. Christmas. Arundel. [*] Christ ascending and reigning.

To God the sovereign King!

FOR a shout of sacred joy,

Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

-2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

o 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.

e 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 loved that chosen race;

• But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known;

g While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne.

PSALM 48. S.M. 1ST PT. Dover. Peckham. [*] V.1-8. The Church the Honour and Safety of a Nation. REAT is the Lord our God.

1

Gand let his praise be great;

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

b 2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
-The honours of our native place,
The bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress;

e How bright has his salvation shone,
Through all her palaces!

- 4 When kings against her joined,
And saw the Lord was there;
d In wild confusion of the mind,
They fled with hasty fear.

e

5 [When navies, tall and proud,
Attempt to spoil our peace,

o He sends his tempest, 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 every new distress

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

S. M. SECOND PART. Kibworth. St. Thomas. [*¡
Ver. 10-14. Gospel Worship and Order.

1F The world declares thy praise

AR as thy name is known,

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.

o 2 With joy let Judah stand
On Zion's chosen hill,

o Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

e 3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell;
Compass and view the holy ground,
And mark the building well-

e 4 The order of thy house,

d

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 adorned with gold.

06 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die;
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

PSALM 49. C. M. FIRST PART. Walsal. [b]

1

Ver. 6-14. The Vanity of Life and Riches.

WHY

WHY does the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,

To see his wealth and honours flow,

With every rising tide?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]

3 Not all his treasure 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 bribed with gold
That man may never die.

d

5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous 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."

e 7 [Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost; How soon his memory dies!

-His name is written 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,

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

a

g

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

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

1

C. M. SECOND PART.

York. [*]

Ver. 14, 15. Death and the Resurrection.

Yand trample on the poor,

E sons of pride, who hate the just,

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

o 2 The last great day shall change the scene; e When will that hour appear?

When shall the just revive and reign

O'er all that scorned them here?

-3 God will my naked soul receive, When separate from the flesh; o And break the prison of the grave, To raise my bones afresh.

s 4 Heaven is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;

-Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

e