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He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
a 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 fhores,
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.
5 "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 fill 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.



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.


In Ifrael ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;

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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 swords,
Submit before his throne.

PSALM XLVIII. 1ft Part. Short Metre. [*]


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 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 diftrefs;

How bright has his falvation fhone
Through all her palaces.

4 When kings against 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 fheep have been.
In every new diftrefs

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



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 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

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 fleth was born
Of better duft than they ?]

3 Not all his treasures 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, clofe 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.


8 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 graće,
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 despair.]

PSALM XLIX. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [b]

Ver. 14, 15.

Death and the refurrection.

1 VE 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 juft revive and reign

O'er all that fcorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked foul receive,
When fep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heaven is my everlasting home:
Th' inheritance is fure;

Let men of pride their rage refume,
But I'll repine no more.

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