And ride in majefty to fpread
The conquefts of thy word.
Strike through thy ftubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;
While justice, meeknefs, grace and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.
Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne fhall ever ftand:
And thy victorious gofpel proves
A fceptre in thy hand.
[Thy Father and thy God
Hath without measure shed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,
T'anoint thy facred head.]
[Behold at thy right hand
The Gentile church is feen,
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.]
Fair bride, receive his love :
Forget thy father's house;
Forfake thy gods, thy idol-gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.
8 O let thy God and King
Thy fweeteft thoughts employ !
Thy children fhall his honour fing
In palaces of joy.
PSALM XLV. Common Metre.
The perfonal glories and government of Chrift.
LL fpeak the honours of my King:
His form divinely fair;
None of the fons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is fhed:
Thy God with bleffings infinite
Hath crown'd thy facred head.
3 Gird on thy fword, victorious Prince !
Ride with majestic sway:
Thy terror fhall ftrike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.
4 Thy throne, O God, forever ftands;
Thy word of grace fhall prove
A peaceful fceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy faints by love.
5 Juftice and truth attend thee ftill,
But mercy is thy choice;
And God, thy God, thy foul fhall fill
With most peculiar joys,
PSALM XLV. ft Part. Long Metre.
The glory of Chrift, and power of his gospel.
OW be my heart infpir'd to fing The glories of my Saviour King, Jefus the Lord, how heav'nly fair His form! how bright his beauties are !
2 O'er all the fons of human race
He fhines with a fuperior grace; Love from his lips divinely flows, And bleffings all his ftate compofe. 3 Drefs thee in arms, most mighty Lord! Gird on the terror of thy fword! In majefty and glory ride,
With truth and meeknefs at thy fide.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of ftubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the fceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are juft and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.
6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladnefs on thy head,
And with his facred fpirit bleft
His first-born Son above the rest.
PSALM XLV. 2d Part. Long Metre.
Chrift and his Church; or, the myftical marriage,
I HE King of faints, how fair his face,
Adorn'd with majefty and grace!
He comes with bleffings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen array'd in pureft gold;
The world admires her heav'nly drefs
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and feats her near his throne ;
Fair ftranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
4 So fhall the King the more rejoice
In thee the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
O happy hour, when thou fhalt rife
To his fair palace in the fkies,
And all thy fons (a num'rous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread ;
While we, with cheerful fongs, approve
The condefcenfions of his love.
PSALM XLVI. ft Part. Long Metre.
The church's fafety and triumph among national defolations. OD is the refuge of his faints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him prefent with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their feats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and bury'd there:
Convulfions fhake the folid world,
Our faith fhall never yield to fear,
Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In facred peace our fouls abide,
While ev'ry nation, ev'ry fhore
Trembles, and dreads the fwelling tide.
4 There is a ftream, whofe gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy ftill gliding through,
And wat'ring our divine abode.
That facred ftream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls :
Sweet peace thy promifes afford,.
And give new ftrength to fainting fouls.
6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.
PSALM XLVI. 2d Part. Long Metre.
God fights for his church.
ET Zion in her King rejoice, Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife ; He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is ftill our aid:
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What defolations he has made!
3 From fea to fea, through all the fhores,
He makes the noise of battle ceafe;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear,
Char'ots he burns with heav'nly flame;
Keep filence all the earth, and hear
The found and glory of his name.
"Be ftill, and learn that I am God,
"I'll be exalted o'er the lands,
"I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But ftill my throne in Zion ftands.” 6 O Lord of hofts, almighty King, While we fo near thy prefence dwell, Our faith fhall fit fecure, and fing Defiance to the gates of hell.
PSALM XLVII. Common Metre. Chrift afcending and reigning.
For a fhout of facred joy
To God the fov'reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.
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