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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.
3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress :
How bright hath his salvation shone

Thro' all her palaces !
4 When Kings against her join'd,

And saw the Lord was there ;
In wild confusion of the mind

They fled with hasty fear.
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 wond'rous grace,

And seek deliv’rance there.
PSALM 48. Second Part. S. M.

The worship and order of the Church.
1 TAR as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise :

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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,
The 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.
PSALM 49. First Part. C. M.

The vanity of life and riches. 1 WHY doth the man of riches grow

To insolence and pride ;
To see his wealth and honours flow

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;

with scorn,

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,

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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. C. M.

Death and the resurrection.
1 E sons of pride that hate the just,

And trample on the poor ;

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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.
PSALM 50. First Part. C. M.

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.
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 Heay'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,

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* 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.
PSALM 50. Second Part. C. M.

Obedience is better than sacrifice. 1

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VHUS saith the Lord, "the spacious fields

" 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.
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,