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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.
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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,
invade ;
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.
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"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. [*]
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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. [*]
Ver. 1-8.
The church is the honour and fafety of a nation.
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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;
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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
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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
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The world declares thy praife;
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