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PSALM XLV. 1ft Part. Long Met. [*] The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel. 1 NOW OW 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 ftate compofe.
3 Drefs thee in arms, moft mighty Lord!
Gird on the terror of thy fword!
In majefty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness 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 shed
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 majesty 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 ftate.
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 fkies,
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. [x] 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.
LET Zion in her King rejoice,
Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife ;
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 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 ftands."
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 fky,
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;
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. [*]
The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.
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 againft her join'd,
And faw the Lord was there,
In wild confufion of the mind,
They fled with hafty fear.
5 When navies, tall and proud,
Attempt to fpoil our peace,
He fends his tempeft, roaring loud,
And finks them in the feas.
6 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 diftrefs
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;