5 When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,

He sends his tempests roaring loud,
And sinks them in the seas.

6 Oft have our fathers told;
Our eyes have often seen;
How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own sheep have been.
7 In ev'ry new distress,

We'll to his house repair:

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.

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PSALM 48. Second Part. S. M.

The worship and order of the Church.

'F

AR as thy name is known,
The world declares thy praise:
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise."

2 With joy thy people stand
On Zion's chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,.
Compass and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well;

4 The orders of thy house,
The worship of thy court,
T'he cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise!
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,
And ours above the sky.

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PSALM 49. First Part. C. M.
The vanity of life and riches.

HY doth the man of riches grow

W To insolence and pride;

To see his wealth and honours flow
With ev'ry rising tide?

2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay;

And boast as tho' his flesh were born,
Of better dust than they?

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve;
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

4 Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;

Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim❜rous and the brave,

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, "My house shall ever stand;

"And that my name may long abide,
I'll give it to my land."

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his mem❜ry dies!
His name is buried in the dust,
Where his own carcass lies.

8 This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.

9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,
Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race,
And like the beasts they die.

10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there;

Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep
In terror and despair.

PSALM 49. Second Part.

YE

Death and the resurrection.

C. M.

E sons of pride that hate the just,
And trample on the poor;

When death hath brought you down to dust,
Your pomp shall rise no more.

2 The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;

Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

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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,
66 Judgment will ne'er begin;”
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.

3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice, and their doom.

5 "But gather all my saints (he cries)
"That made their peace with God,
"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

"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.'

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PSALM 50. Second Part.

C. M.

Obedience is better than sacrifice.

HUS saith the Lord, "the spacious fic
"And flocks and herds are mine:

"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,
Before his wrath appear;

If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliv'rer there.