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Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
Our Saviour and our God :
PSALM 45. First Part. L. M.
The glories of my Saviour King, Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are ! 2 O'er all the sons of human race, He shines with a superior grace ; Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose. 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord ! Gird on the terror of thy sword ! In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn 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 sceptre in thy hands : Thy laws and works are just and right; Justice and grace are thy delight. 6 O God, thy God has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
PSALM 45. Second Part. L. M.
Christ and his Church.
Adorn'd with majesty and grace !
And wins the nations with his love. 2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen array'd in purest gold :
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
let thy heart forget
In thee, the fav’rite of his choice ;
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
To his fair palace in the skies;
Each, like a prince, in glory reign.
Let ev'ry age his praisės spread ;
The safety of the church.
A present help when dangers press:
And in his strength we will confide: 2 Tho' earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost;
Or lofty hills from their abode,
Torn piece-meal by the roaring flood. 3 Let angry waves together rollid
Rage on with fury uncontrold;
On God, who is our constant friend. 4 A gentler stream, that ever flows,
And joy to all around bestows,
The city where he's worshipp'd still.
Shall mock th' assault of earthly pow'rs;
God weates peace.
ET Sion in her King rejoice,
Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise ; He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies, 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is still our aid :
What desolations he hath made !
He makes the noise of battles cease ;
He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear;
Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame :
5 "Be still, and learn that I am God,
6 I'll be exalted o'er the lands ;
“But still my throne in Zion stands." 6 O Lord of hosts, Almighty King ;
While we so near thy presence dwell,
PSALM 47. C. M.
Christ ascending and reigning. 1 FOR a shout of sacred joy,
To, God the sov’reign King!
And hymns of triumph sing.
His heav'nly guards around
With trumpet's joyful sound.
Let mortals learn their strains :
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Let knowledge lead the song ;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He lov'd that chosen race ;
Here Abraham's God is known ;
Submit before his throne.
PSALM 48. First Part. S. M.
And let his praise be great,
His most delightful seat.
How beautiful they stand !
And bulwarks of our land.
A refuge in distress :
Thro' all her palaces !
And saw the Lord was there i
They fled with hasty fear.
Attempt to spoil our peace,
And sinks them in the seas.
Our eyes have often seen ; .
Where his own sheep have been..
We'll to his house repair :
And seek deliy’rance there.
The worship and order of the Church.