He utters his almighty voice, 3 From fea to fea, through all the fhores, 1 PSALM XLVII. Common Metre. Chrift afcending and reigning. 2 Jefus our God afcends on high! 3 While angels fhout and praife their King, 4 Rehearse his praife with awe profound; 5 In Ifrael ftood his ancient throne, But now he calls the world his own, 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,. While powers and princes, fhields and swords, PSALM XLVIII. 1ft Part. Short Metre. [*] 1 Ver. 1-8. The church is the honour and fafety of a nation. He makes his churches his abode, 2 Thefe temples of his grace, 3 How beautiful they ftand! In Zion God is known, How bright has his falvation fhone 4 When kings against her join'd, 5 6 7 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often feen, How well our God fecures the fold 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 1 FAR The world declares thy praife ; H 2 3 Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne, 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, 4 The orders of thy houfe, The worship of thy court, The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows, 5 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, 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 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn, 3 Not all his treasures can procure Redeem from death one guilty hour, 4 [Life is a bleffing can't be fold, 5 He fees the brutifh and the wife, Quit their poffeffions, clofe their eyes, 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, “And that my name may long abide, 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft; PAUSE. 8 This is the folly of their way; 9 Men void of wifdom and of graće, 10 [Laid in the grave like filly fheep, Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep, 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, The laft great day fhall change the scene; O'er all that fcorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked foul receive, 4 Heaven is my everlasting home: Let men of pride their rage refume, |