2 Jefus our God afcends on high! 3 While angels fhout and praise their King, 4 Rehearfe his praife with awe profound; 5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne, But now he calls the world his own, 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, PSALM XLVIII. ft Part. Short Metre. I 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! 4 5 6 7 How bright has his falvation fhown When kings against her join'd, Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God fecures the fold In ev'ry new diftrefs We'll to his house repair, We'll think upon his wond'rous grace, PSALM XLVIII. 2d Part. Short Metre. I 2 3 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, K 4 The orders of thy houfe, 5 The worship of thy court, The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows, How decent and how wife! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die, PSALM XLIX, 1ft Part. Com, Metre. I Ver. 6-14: Pride and death; or, the vanity of life and riches. HY doth the man of riches grow WHY To fee his wealth and honours flow 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, 3 Not all his treasures can procure 4 [Life is a bleffing can't be fold, Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 5 He fees the brutish and the wife, The tim'rous and the brave, Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes, 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, "And that my name may long abide, Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft; PAUSE. 8 This is the folly of their way; 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, 10 [Laid in the grave like filly fheep, Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep, PSALM XLIX. 2d Part. Com.Metre. Ver. 14, 15. 'YE Death and the refurrection. E fons of pride, that hate the juft, When death has brought you down to duft, 2 The last great day fhall change the scene; 3 God will my naked foul receive, 4 Heav'n is my everlasting home: Let men of pride their rage refume, PSALM XLIX. Long Metre. The rich finner's death, and the faint's refurrection. WHY do the proud infult the poor, I 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: |