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. 1A Part. Short Metre. [*]

1

Ver. 1-8.

The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.
GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praife be great;

He makes his churches his abode,
His moft delightful feat.

2 These temples of his grace,

3

How beautiful they ftand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.]

In Zion God is known,
A refuge in diftrefs;

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.

5

6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often feen,

7

How well our God fecures the fold
Where his own fheep 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. [*]

Ver. 10-14.

The beauty of the church; or, gospel worship and order, AR as thy name is known

1

FAR

The world declares thy praife ;

H

2

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.

3 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.

5

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,
And ours above the sky.

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
To infolence and pride,

1

WHY

To fee his wealth and honours flow

With every rifing tide?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the felf fame clay,
And boaft as though his fleth 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 brutish 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 houfe fhall ever fland;

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"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 dust,
Where his own carcafs lies.

PAUSE.

This is the folly of their way;
And yet their fons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
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]

Ver. 14, 15.

1 YE

Death and the refurrection.

E fons of pride, that hate the juft,
And trample on the poor,

When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp fhall rife no more.

The laft great day fhall change the scene;
When will that hour appear ?
When fhall the just 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.

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!
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 flefb, fo delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless fheep the finner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat;
The faints fhall in the morning rife,
And find the oppreffor at their feet.
5 His honours perifh in the duft,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:
That glorious day exalts the juft
To full dominion o'er the proud.
6 My Saviour fhall my life reflore,
And raife me from my dark abode :
My flesh and foul fhall part no more,
But dwell forever near my God.

PSALM L. 1ft Part. Common M
Ver. 1-6. The laft judgment; or the f

THE Lord, the judge,
Bids the whole eart

The nations near the rif
And near the wefler

2 No more fhall bold
"Judgment will n

No more abufe his
To impudence an
Thron'd on a clo
Bright flames
Thunder and d

Lead on the

4 Heaven from a Attending a

An earth and hel fal know and tear
His juffer and ther: doom.

But gather all my faints," he cries,
That made ther year with Goc

By the Redeemer's sacrifire,

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And frald it with his blood.

6 "Then faith and works brought forth to high,
"Shal: make the world confess
My fentence of reward is nghi,
And heaven adore my grate."

PSALN L. 37 Part. Common Merre
Ta. 8, 10, 11, 14, 25, 2.
Onettence is better than the
ECS faith the Lord, "The fpacious fields,
"And Blocks and herds are mine

Over all the cattle of the hills

"I claim a right divine

"I ak no fheep for fac
-Nor bullocks buy
"To hope and love
Is all that I re

3" Call upon me wh
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"Then hall shy
"The bonoer

4" The m