2 How beautiful mount Zion stands,
For fituation glorious,

The joy of all furrounding lands!
How lofty fhineth God's dear house!
Fronting the boift'rous north, her tow'rs,
Depending on th' eternal Rock,
Superior rife to hoftile pow'rs,

And all her proud affailants mock.
3 Within her royal palace dwells,
Her everlasting Refuge, God:
4 His look th' affembled princes quells;
A way they in a tumult rodé.

5

For lo, they faw, and, marvelling,
Were troubled fore, and fled away:

6 As of a woman travailling,

Fierce pains prevent them in their day. 7 When thousands fquadron'd fhips affail'd, And our deftruction was their boast, Thine interpofing blaft prevail'd,

And ftrew'd their wreck o'er all the coaft. 8 As we have heard, fo have we seen, In city of the Lord of Hofts; So all our foes have routed been: In God's protection Zion boats. 9 We of thy loving-kindnefs mus'd, And in thy temple fang thy praife, According as thy fervants us'd, Rejoicing in the ancient days. 10 According to thy name, O God, So is thy praife in all the earth; For thou haft fown thy name abroad, To fpring up into joy and mirth.

II

Thy righteoufnefs thy hand fhall spread.
Let Zion-mount rejoice and fing;
Let Judah's daughters all be glad,

And praife the judgments of their King.
12 Walk

12 Walk about Zion, and go round;
In high proceffion, as ye go,
Obferve her borders and her ground,
And all her fweet environs know:

13 Confider well her palaces,

And all her tow'rs and bulwarks tell,
That ye may fhew the following race
The things ye have remarked well.
14 Go, tell the nations all abroad,

That this is God, this God is ours, Meffiah's felf, our Lord and God, Who built and guards mount Zion's tow'rs. Through generations all he lives,

And ev❜n to death conducts us well; Then, after death, his glory gives,

And makes us laugh at death and hell.

THE fpeaker in this Pfalm (for it is all spoken in one perfon) is the Lord Jefus Chrift; as he alfo is in Pial. Ixxviii.: for the 2d verfe of that, and the 4th of this, are fo interpreted, Matt. xiii 35. where it is written, All these things fpake Jefus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable fpake he not unto them; that it might be fulfilled which was fpoken by the prophet, faying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept fecret from the foundation of the world-Among other parallels, fee Pfal. xxxix. lii. and Ixii.

Th' Eternal Wisdom fends her call,
And makes her voice to flow,
Like founding winds, around the ball,
To all the high and low:

Be wife, repent and live, to-days
To-morrow you shall die-
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Ass

As th axe-ftruck tree shall yield and fway.
So fhall it ever lie?'

A1

LL people that on earth do dwell,
Draw near, and hear my speech:

My fpirit flows a living well

Of water in your reach.

2 Ye noble and ignoble ones,
Ye wealthy and ye poor,
Together come to me at once,
And liften at my door.

3 My mouth fhall only wisdom tell;
My meditations deep,
Wherewith my lab'ring breaft doth fwell,
Conceal'd I will not keep.

4 O bleffed are your ears who hear,
Your hearts who understand,

And fee thofe things advanced near,
Yea now ev'n at your hand!

Thofe things which many a noble prince,,
And mighty king of old,
In vain defir'd to fee, long fince
As prophets had foretold!
I will advance my parable,

And on my harp difclofe,
The myft'ries hid within the veil;
Nor yet to fools expose.

5 Why fhould I fear in evil day,
Or dread my bruifed heel,

Since I the ferpent's head fhall bray,
And court the bruife I feel?
For thou, my God, haft laid on me
The fins of all my feed;

I therefore will confefs to thee,
And for my trefpafs bleed.

Although

Although my burden fhall opprefs,
And bear me to the ground,
I'll glory therein ne'ertheless,

And death by death confound.
6. But those who glory in their wealth,
And boaft their heaped ftore;
They only glory in their ftealth,
And foon fhall boaft no more:

7 For none his brother can redeem ;.
None can redeem himself,

Nor from the grave his life exeem,
By all his hoarded pelf..
8 What ranfom fhall he give to God,
That he may never die,
Nor in the filent dark abode,
Among the dead' may lie?

9 But the redemption of the foul,
More precious far than gold,
Muft ceafe for ever in that gaol,
For all that's bought or fold.
10 For he perceives that wifdom fails,
When death is on the field;

Whofe hand o'er ev'ry rank prevails,
And makes the boldeft yiel

The brutish fool efcapeth not,
But falls beneath the blow;
He perifheth upon the spot,
To mourn in fhades below:
He leans upon his heaps of gold,
Till, breathing out his laft,
Unwillingly he quits his hold,

While others feize them fast.

II Their inward thought is, that their house

Shall evermore remain,

And that the heritage they use,.
Shall ay their names retain :

12 But man in glory shall not stay,
A blowing flow'r at beft;

He withereth, and fades away,
As peritheth a beaft.

13 Such is their wifdom and their way;
Their folly ftands confeft;
But yet their children fondly fay,
And think, Their fouls are bleft.
14 Like theep they in the grave are laid,
And death fhall on them feed;
Although they never were afraid,
Nor to their ways took heed:

But when they rife, the fons of God
Shall over them have pow'r;
Them, in their dark and dire abode,
Both death and hell devour.

15 But God redeems me from the grave,,
And from the pow'r of hell;
With open arms he will receive
My foul, with him to dwell..

16 Be not difcourag'd at thy views,
Though one in riches thine,
And though the glory of his houfe
By far excelleth thine:

17 For when he dies, he leaves his store;
He carries nought away;

His glory's gone for evermore,

As night abforbs the day.

18 Though, while he liv'd, his foul he blefs'd;

(And men will praifes give When thou of riches art poffefs'd,

And thrivingly doft live);

19 He shall to all his fathers go,

And generations dead':

No more the light of life they know;
No more they lift the head.