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PSALM 48. First Part. S. M. The Church is the honour and safety of a nation. 1 REAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat. 2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand ! The honour of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.
A refuge in distress :
Thro' all her palaces !
And saw the Lord was there ;
They fled with hasty fear.
Attempt to spoil our peace,
And sinks them in the seas.
Our eyes have often seen ;
Where his own sheep have been.
We'll to his house repair :
And seek deliv’rance there.
The worship and order of the Church.
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 ;
The worship of thy court,
And make a fair report.
How glorious to behold!
And rites adorn'd with gold. 6 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die ;
And ours above the sky.
The vanity of life and riches. 1 WHY doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride ;
With ev'ry rising tide ? 2 Why doth he treat the
poor 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.
The ransom is too high ;
That man may never die.
The tim'rous and the brave,
And hasten to the grave.
My house shall ever stand ;
“ 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,
And act their works again.
If honour raise them high,
And like the beasts they die.
Death feeds upon them there;
In terror and despair.
Death and the resurrection.
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.
Th’ inheritance is sure ;
The last judgment. 1 HE 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,
Judgment will ne'er begin ;' No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.
Bright flames prepare his way;
Lead on the dreadful day.
Attending angels come;
His justice, and their doom.
- 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.
Obedience is better than sacrifice. 1
" And flocks and herds are mine : 66 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
6. 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.
“ To bring their sacrifice ?
" But deal in theft and lies.
* And sin without control ?