5 When navies tall and proud He sends his tempests roaring loud, 6 Oft have our fathers told; We'll to his house repair: We'll think upon his wondrous grace, 1 PSALM 48. Second Part. S. M. The worship and order of the Church. 'F AR as thy name is known, 2 With joy thy people stand 3 Let strangers walk around 4 The orders of thy house, 5 How decent and how wise! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 1 PSALM 49. First Part. C. M. HY doth the man of riches grow W To insolence and pride; To see his wealth and honours flow 2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay; And boast as tho' his flesh were born, 3 Not all his treasures can procure 4 Life is a blessing can't be sold, Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, 8 This is the folly of their way; 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, 10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep PSALM 49. Second Part. YE Death and the resurrection. C. M. E sons of pride that hate the just, When death hath brought you down to dust, 2 The last great day shall change the scene; 3 God will my naked soul receive, 4 Heav'n is my everlasting home, Let men of pride their rage resume, T PSALM 50. First Part. The last judgment. C. M. 1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh; The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, And earth and hell shall know and fear 5 "But gather all my saints (he cries) "And seal'd it with his blood. 6 "Their faith and works brought forth to light, "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heav'n adore my grace.' 'T PSALM 50. Second Part. C. M. Obedience is better than sacrifice. HUS saith the Lord, "the spacious fic "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste. 5 "Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove: "Altars and rites and forms are vain, "Without the fire of love. 6 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 7 "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "And sin without control? "But I will bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 8 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, If once you fall beneath his sword, |