Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou haft given;
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their deftructive breath,
And thine own hand has 'bruis'd us fore,
Hard by the gates of death.
PAUSE.
7 We are expos'd all day to die
As martyrs for thy caufe,
As fheep, for flaughter bound, we lie,
By fharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord!
Why fleeps thy wonted grace ?
Why fhould we look like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever caft us off,
And ftill neglect our cries?
Forever hide thy heavenly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the duft our foul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rife for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
PSALM XLV. Short Metre.
The glory of Chrift; the fuccefs of the gospel, and the
Gentile church.
Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with bleffings overflow,
And every grace is thine.
2 Now make thy glory known
Gird on thy dreadful fword,
And ride in majefty, to spread
The conquefts of thy word.
Strike through thy flubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;
While juftice, 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.
5 [Thy Father and thy God
Hath without measure fhed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,
T' anoint thy facred head.]
6 [Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is feen,
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.]
7 Fair bride, receive his love:
Forget thy father's houfe;
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 honours ling
In palaces of joy.
PSALM XLV. Common Metre. [*]
The perfonal glories and government of Chrift.
I'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 heavenly 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 terrors fhall strike 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 r mercy is thy choice;
And God, thy God, thy foul fhall fill"
With moft peculiar joys.
PSALM XLV. ft Part. Long Met. [*]
The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.
NOW
JOW be my heart infpir'd to fing
The glories of my Saviour King,
Jefus the Lord, how heavenly 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 flate compofe. 3 Dress thee in arms, moft 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 fweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, forever ftands,
Grace is the fceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are juft and right,
Juftice and grace are thy delight.
6 God, thine own God, has richly fhed
His oil of gladnefs on thy head,
And with his facred Spirit bleft
His firft-born Son above the reft.
PSALM XLV. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*]
Chrift and his church; or, the mystical marriage.
HE King of Saints, 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 heavenly drefs;
Her robe of joy and righteoufnefs.
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 favourite of his choice:
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou fhalt rife
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy fons, (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praifes fpread;
While we, with cheerful fongs, 'approve
The condefcenfions of his love.
PSALM XLVI. 1ft Part. Long Metre. [] The church's fafety and triumph among national defolations.
1 OD is the refuge of his faints,
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.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ;
In facred peace our fouls abide,
While every nation, every 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 fill gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 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 threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with power.
PSALM XLVI. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*]
God fights for his church.
1LET Zion in her King rejoice,
Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife ;
He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is fill our aid:
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What defolations he has made!
3 From fea to fea, through all the shores,
He makes the noife of battle cease;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear,
Chariots he burns with heavenly 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 flands." 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 fovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.
2 Jefus our God afcends on high!
His heavenly guards, around,
Attend him rifing through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful found.
3 While angels fhout and praife their King,
Let mortals learn their ftrains :
Let all the earth his honours fing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praife with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the fong;
Nor mock him with a folemn found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Ifrael ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;
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