Jefus, the Lord; how heav'nly fair,
His form! How bright his beauties are!
2 O'er all the fons of human race,
He shines, with a superior grace ;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And bleffings all his state compofe.
3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terrors of thy fword,
In majefty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy fide.
Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
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 gladness on thy head,
And with his facred Spirit bleft,
His first born Son above the reft.
CLXXIV. Chrift and his Church;
Or, the mistical Marriage.
THE king of faints, how fair his face!
Adorn'd with majefty 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 purest gold;
The world admires her heav'nly drefs;
Her robe of joy and righteoufnefs.
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 state.
4 So fhall the king the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite 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 shalt rife
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy fons, (a numerous train,)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread :
While we with chearful fongs approve,
The condefcenfions of thy love.
CLXXV, Chrift afcending and reigning.
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.
2 Jefus our God, afcends on high;
His heav'nly guards around :
Attend him rifing through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful found.
While angels fhout and praise their king,
Let mortals learn their ftrains :
Let all the earth his honours fing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the fong:
Nor mock him with a folemn found,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Ifrael ftood his antient throne;
He lov'd that chofen race:
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens tafte his gtace.
God's Care of his
Saints. Pfalm. xxxiv.
LORD, I will bless thee all my days;
Thy praise fhall dwell upon my tongue;
My foul fhall glory in thy grace,
While faints rejoice to hear the fong.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me: Coine, let us all exalt his name:
I fought th' eternal God, and he
Has not expos'd my hope to shame.
3 I told him all my fecret grief;
My fecret groaning reach'd his ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4 To him the
poor lift up their
eyes,
Their faces feel the heav'nly fhine:
A beam of mercy from the skies,
Fills them with light and joy divine.
5 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that ferve the Lord :
O fear and love him all ye faints,
Think of his grace, and truft his word.
6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain,
And hunger, roar thro' all the wood :
But none shall feek the Lord in vain,
Or want fupplies of real good.
CLXXVII. Prudence and Zeal.
Pfalm. xxxix. 1, 2. 3.
THUS I refolv'd before the Lord,
Now will I watch my tongue; }
Left I let flip one finful word,
Or do my neighbour wrong.
z And if I'm e'er conftrain'd to lay With men of lives prophane;
I'll fet a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll fcarce allow my lips to speak,
The pious thoughts I feel,
Left fcoffers fhould th' occafion take
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if fome proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd ;
But let the fcoffing finners hear
That I can speak for God.
CLXXVIII. The Beauty of the Church; Or, Gofpel-Worfhip and Order. Pfalm. xlviii. 10,
AR as thy name is known,
'F The world declares thy praife:
Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their fongs of honour raise.
2 With joy let Judah ftand
On Zion's chosen hill;
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counfels of thy will.
3 Let ftrangers walk around, The city where we dwell;
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