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But now he calls the world his own,
6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,.
While powers and princes, fhields and fwords,
PSALM XLVIII. 1A Part. Short Metre. [*]
The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.
He makes his churches his abode,
2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they ftand!
In Zion God is known,
How bright has his falvation fhone
4 When kings againft her join'd,
6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often feen,
How well our God fecures the fold
We'll to his houfe repair,
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
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,
With joy let Judah ftand
On Zion's chofen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
3 Let ftrangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
4 The orders of thy houfe,
The worship of thy court,
The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows,
How decent and how wife!
How glorious to behold!
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorn'd with gold.
The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die,
Will be our God while here below,
PSALM XLIX. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [*]
Pride and death; or, the vanity of life and riches.
To fee his wealth and honours flow
With every rifing tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
3 Not all his treafures can procure
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 [Life is a bleffing can't be fold,
Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
5 He fees the brutish and the wife,
Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes,
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"And that my name may long abide,
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft;
This is the folly of their way;
9 Men void of wifdom and of grace,
Live like the beaft, a thoughtless race,
10 [Laid in the grave like filly fheep,
Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep,
PSALM XLIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [b]
Ver. 14, 15.
Death and the refurrection.
E fons of pride, that hate the juft,
When death has brought you down to dust,
The laft great day fhall change the scene;
3 God will my naked foul receive,
Let men of pride their rage refume,
PSALM XLIX. Long Metre. [b]
The rich finner's death, and the faint's refurrection. 1 WHY do the proud infult the poor,
And boaft the large eftates they have?
How vain are riches to fecure
Their haughty owners from the grave!
When God commands him down to duft.
Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.
PSALM L. 1ft Part. Common M
THE Lord, the judge,
The nations near the rif
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No more abufe his
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4 Heaven from a Attending a
An earth and hel fal know and tear
But gather all my faints," he cries,
By the Redeemer's sacrifire,
And frald it with his blood.
6 "Then faith and works brought forth to high,
PSALN L. 37 Part. Common Merre
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