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2 Jefus our God afcends on high!
His heav'nly guards, around,
Attend him rifing through the sky
With trumpets' joyful found.

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

4 Rehearfe his praife with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the fong;
Nor mock him with a folemn found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race;

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

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known,
While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords,
Submit before his throne.

PSALM XLVIII. ft Part. Short Metre.

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Ver. 1-8.

The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.

GREAT is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,

His most delightful feat.

Thefe temples of his grace,

How beautiful they ftand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.]

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How bright has his falvation fhown
Through all her palaces.

When kings against her join'd,
And faw the Lord was there,
In wild confufion of the mind,
They fled with hafty fear.
When navies, tall and proud,
Attempt to fpoil our peace,
He fends his tempeft, roaring loud,
And finks them in the feas.

Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God fecures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.

In ev'ry new diftrefs

We'll to his house repair,

We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,
And feek deliv'rance there.

PSALM XLVIII. 2d Part. Short Metre.

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Ver. 10-14.

The beauty of the church; or, gospel worship and order. AR as thy name is known

FAR

The world declares thy praise;

Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne,

Their fongs of honour raise.

With joy let Judah ftand

On Zion's chofen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

And counfels of thy will.

Let ftrangers walk around

The city where we dwell,

Compafs and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well,

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The orders of thy houfe,

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The worship of thy court,

The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows,
And make a fair report.

How decent and how wife!
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.

PSALM XLIX, 1ft Part. Com, Metre.

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Ver. 6-14:

Pride and death; or, the vanity of life and riches.

HY doth the man of riches grow
To infolence and pride,

WHY

To fee his wealth and honours flow
With every rifing tide?

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

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His foul a fhort reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

4 [Life is a bleffing can't be fold,
The ranfom is too high;

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

5 He fees the brutish and the wife, The tim'rous and the brave,

Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes,
And haften to the grave.

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

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

Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft;
How foon his mem❜ry dies!
His name is written in the duft,
Where his own carcafe lies.

PAUSE.

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

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

10 [Laid in the grave like filly fheep,
Death feeds upon them there,

Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep,
In terror and despair.]

PSALM XLIX. 2d Part. Com.Metre.

Ver. 14, 15.

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Death and the refurrection.

E fons of pride, that hate the juft,
And trample on the poor,

When death has brought you down to duft,
Your pomp fhall rife no more.

2 The last great day fhall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When fhall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that fcorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked foul receive,
When fep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prifon of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heav'n is my everlasting home:
Th' inheritance is fure ;

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

PSALM XLIX. Long Metre.

The rich finner's death, and the faint's refurrection. WHY do the proud infult the poor,

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WHY

And boat the large estates they have? How vain are riches to fecure

Their haughty owners from the grave!

2 They can't redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they truft; Nor give a dying brother breath,

When God commands him down to duft.

3 There the dark earth and difmal fhade Shall clafp their naked bodies round; That flefh, fo delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtlefs fheep the finner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat; The faints fhall in the morning rife, And find th' oppreffor at their feet. 5 His honours perish in the duft, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:

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