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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 powers and princes, fhields and fwords,
Submit before his throne.
PSALM XLVIII. 1 Part. Short Metre. [*]
The church is the honour and fafety of a nation. is Lord our God,
Gand let his praife be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His moft delightful feat.
2 Thefe temples of his grace,
How beautiful they ftand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.]
In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress ;
How bright has his falvation fhone
Through all her palaces.
4 When kings againft 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 feen,
How well our God fecures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.
In every new distress
We'll to his houfe repair,
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And feek deliverance there.
PSALM XLVIII. 2d Part. Short Metre. [*]
The beauty of the church; or, gospel worship and order.
AR as thy name is known
The world declares thy praife ;
Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their fongs of honour raife.
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;
4 The orders of thy houfe,
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 fky.
PSALM XLIX. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [*] Ver. 6-14:
Pride and death; or, the vanity of life and riches. HY doth the man of riches grow
WTo infolence and pride,
To fee his wealth and honours flow
With every rifing tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn,
Made of the felf fame clay,
And boaft as though his flesh was born
Of better duft than they ?]
3 Not all his treafures 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;
Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.]
5 He fees the brutifh and the wife,
The timorous 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 fland ;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft;
How foon his memory dies!
His name is written in the duft,
Where his own carcals lies.
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 wifdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,
Live like the beaft, a thoughtless race,
And like the beaft 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 defpair.]
PSALM XLIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [b] Death and the refurrection.
Ver. 14, 15.
E fons of pride, that hate the juft,
And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp fhall rise no more.
2 The laft great day fhall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When fhall the juft revive and reign
O'er all that fcorn'd them here ?
3 God will my naked foul receive,
When fep'rate from the flefh;
And break the prifon of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Heaven is my everlasting home:
Th' inheritance is fure;
Let men of pride their rage refume,
But I'll repine no more.
And earth and hel fhal know and tear
His jufiser and ther. doom,
But gather all my faints he crits,
That made the peace with Goc
By the Rearemer's tacritice,
And feald in with his binod.
6 "Then faith and works brought forth to hight,
"Shal: make the world confess
"My fentence of reward as nghi,
And heaven adore my grace."
PSALN L. 3d Part. Common Merre.
Ta. &, 10, 11, 14, 15, 2.
Onet: nce is better than artis
T And Blocks and herds are muc
"O'er all the cattle of the hills
"I claim a right divine
ECS lath the Lord. The fpacious fields,
mon Metre. [b]