4 Come, fee the wonders he has wrought
On earth, what defolations brought,

How he has calm'd the jarring world;
He broke the warlike fpear and bow,
With them the thundering chariot too
Into devouring flames were hurl'd.
5Submit to God's almighty fway,
For him the nations fhall obey,

And earth her fovereign Lord confefs
The God of hofts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in diftrefs.

TATE.

Pfalm XLVII. Common Metre. [*]

Univerfal Praife,

FOR a fhout of facred joy,
To God the fovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.

2 Whilft angels fhout their lofty praise,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth their voices raife,
O'er all the earth he reigns.

3 Rehearse his praife with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the fong;
Nor mock him with a folemn found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

In Ifrael ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;

But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens tafte his grace.

WATTS

Plaim XLVIII. Short Metre. [*]

Gospel Worship and Order.

And let his praise be great;
He makes the church his bleft abode,
His moft delightful seat.

2 Far as thy name is known,
The world declares thy praife;
Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their fongs of honour raise.
3 Let ftrangers walk around

The city where we dwell;
Compafs and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well;
4 The order of thy houfe,

The worship of thy court,
The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wife!
How glorious to behold!
Beyond the pomp that charms the eye,
And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God whilft here below,

Our God above the sky.

WATTS.

Plaim XLIX. Common Metre. [b]

The Vanity of Riches.

HY doth the man of riches grow
To infolence and pride,

WH

To fee his wealth and honours flow
With every rifing tide?

2 Not all his treasures can procure
His foul a fhort reprieve;

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

3 The worth of life can ne'er be told,
Its ranfom is too high;

Justice cannot be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

4 He fees the brutish and the wife,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes,
And haften to the grave.

Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
My houfe fhall ever ftand;

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

6 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft,
How foon his memory dies!

His name is written in the duft
In which his body lies.

WATTS.

Pfalm L. First Part. Com. Metre. [b]

The laft Judgment.

HE Lord, the Judge, before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh;

The nations near the rifing fun,

And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blafphemers fay, "Judgment will ne'er begin ;" No more abuse his long delay,

3

To impudence and fin,

Thron'd on a cloud, our God fhall come,
Bright flames prepare his way;

Thunder and darknefs, fire and ftorm
Lead on the dreadful day.

'4 Heaven from above, his call fhall hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell fhall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
5 "But gather all my faints, (he cries)
Who made their peace with God,
Through the Redeemer's facrifice,
And feal'd it with his blood.

6 "Their faith and works, bro't forth to ligh
Shall make the world confess
My fentence of reward is right,
And heaven adore my grace."

WATTS

Pfalm L. Sec Part. Long Metre. [

T1

Hypocrify expofed.

HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warn
Let hypocrites attend and fear,

Who place their hopes in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.
2 They dare rehearse his facred name,
With lips of falfehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And foothe and flatter those they hate.
3 They watch to do their neighbour wrong,
Yet dare to feek their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abufe his grace.

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with luft, and ftain'd with blood; By night they practife every fin,

By day their mouths draw near to God.

§ And whilst his judgments long delay,
They grow fecure, and fin the more;
They think he fleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

O dreadful hour! when God draws near
And sets their crimes before their eyes;
Their guilt and punishment appear,
And no deliverer can arife.

WATTS

Pfalm LI. Firft Part. Long Metre. [b] A Penitent pleading for Pardon.

HEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting finner live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not the contrite truft in thee? 2 My fins, tho' great, do not furpass The riches of eternal grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 30 wash my foul from every fin, And make my guilty confcience clean Here on my heart the burden lies, And paft offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with fhame my fins confess Against thy law, against thy grace; And should thy judgment be fevere, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Yet, fave a trembling finner, Lord, Whofe hope, ftill hovering round thy word, Seeks for fome precious promife there, Some fure protection from defpair.

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