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" Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."]

PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel [*]
Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man.

1 "13 LEST is the man, whose bowels move,
X3 And melt with pity to the poor ;
p Whose soul, by sympathizing love,

Feels what his fellow saints endure.
—2 His heart contrives for their relief

More good than his own hands can do j



116 PSALM 42.



e He, in a time of general grief,
— Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head ;
o When drought, and pestilence, and death,
Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
— God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
o Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 43. CM. First Part. Flymouih. [b]

Ver. 1—^. Desertion and Hope.

1 "^"^riTH earnest longings of the mind,
e VV My God, to thee I look ;
—So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,

And meet my God again ?
e So long an absence from thy face

My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast ;
— The foe insults without control,
d " And where 's your God at last ? "

P 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days ;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load ?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God ?

— C Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand

Can all thy woes remove,
o For I shall yet before him stand,

And sing restoring love.

L. M. Babylon. [*]
Ver. 6 — 11. Hope in Affliction,
Y spirit sinks within me. Lord —
But I will call thy name to mind ;



VM



PSALM 44. 117



And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.

e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread j
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.

— 3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day ;
Nor in the night his grace remove.
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet,

d And say, " My God, my heavenly Rock,

p " Why doth thy love so long forget

" The soul that groans beneath thy stroke ? '
— 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low ;
e Why should my soul indulge in grief.?
o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too ;

He is my rest, my sure relief.

o 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still ;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M. China, Bedford, [b]

V. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15 — ^26. TJie Church's Complaint in Per-
secution.

1 T ORD, we have heard thy works of old,
-i A Thy works of power and grace.

When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days : —

2 How thou didst build thy churches here
And make thy gospel known ;

o Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.

o 3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng.
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.

€ 4 But now our souls are seized with shame,

Confusion jfills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.
— 5 [Yet have we not forgot our God,

Nor falsely dealt with heaven ;



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Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast given : —

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruised us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are exposed all day to die,

As martyrs for thy cause ;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie

By sharp and bloody laws.]

— 8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace !

« Why should we look like men abhorredj
Or banished from thy face ?

9 [Wilt thou forever cast us ojS",

And still neglect our cries ?
Forever hide thine heavenly love,.

From our afflicted eyes .''

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bowed,

And dies upon the ground ;
d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,

And all their powers confound.]

— 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour, and our God ;
We plead the honours of thy name.
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]

The Glory, af Christ.

1 [IVI^Y Saviour and my King,
-LtJL Thy beauties are divine j
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

Q 2 Now make thy glories known,
: — Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty, to spread
The conquests of thy word.

3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
e Or melt their hearts t' obey j

— While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious w^ay.



PSALM 45. 119



o 4 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand ;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

o 5 Thy Father and thy God,
— Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit like a joyful oil

T' anoint thy sacred head.

e 6 Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
• — And princes guard the queen*

7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows*

O 8 O let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ ;

o Thy children shall his honours sing
In palaces of joy;]

C. M* Arundel. Mear. [*]
Glories and GGvernmeht of Christ.

1 1^'LL speak the honours of my King,

JL His form divinely fair >
None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace

Upon thy lips is shed ;
-^— Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crowned thy sacred head.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway ;
Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

— 5 Justice and truth attend thee still ;
e But mercy is thy choice ;
u And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill.
With most peculiar joys



120 PSALM 45.



L. M. First Part. Blendon. [*]

The Glory of Christ and Power of his Gospel.

1 IVrOW be my heart inspired to sing
_L 1 The glories of my Saviour King j
e Jesus the Lord, how heavenly fair
His form ! how bright his beauties are !

~ 2 O'er all the sons of human race

He shines with a superior grace ;
c Love from his lips divinely flows,

And blessings all his state compose,
g 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,

Gird on the terror of thy sword ;

In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side,
e 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart.

Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart ;
e Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,

Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
g 5 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,

Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ;

Thy laws and works are just and right,

Justice and grace are thy delight.

— 6 God, thine own God, heis richly shed

His oil of gladness on thy head ;
And with his sacred Spirit blest

His first-born Son above the rest.

L. M. Second Part. Oporto. Greenes. [*]

Christ and his Church.

e 1 r 1 1HE King of saints, how fair his face !

A Adorned with majesty and grace '
o He comes with blessings from above,

And wins the nations to his love,
b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold

The queen, arrayed in purest gold ;
— The world admires her heavenly dress,

Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne :
b Fair stranger, let thy heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the King the more rejoice

In thee, the favorite of his choice ;



PSALM 46. 121



Let him be loved, and yet adored,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.

s 5 O happy hour^ when thou shalt rise
To his fair pralace in the skies !
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a pririCe in glory reign.

g 6 Let endless honours crown hi^ head j

Let every age his praises spread ;
' — While we with cheerful songs approve

The Condescensions of his love.

PSALM 4a L.M. IstPt. Leeds. Blendon.[*i

Church's Safety amidst Desolations.

1 £~^ OD is the refuge of his saints,

VX When storms of sharp distress invade j
fere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present ivith his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be htirled,
Down to the deep arid buried there ;
Convulsions shake the solid #orld ;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

ii 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roaf—
t In sacrfed peace our souls abide ;
• — While every nation, every shore,
k Trembles arid dreads the swelling tide.

e 4 There is a streatm, whose geritle flovtr

Supplies the city of our God ;
b Life, love, and joy still gliding through^

And watering our divine abode.

^^5 That sacred stream, thy holy word.
Our grief allays, our fear Coritrols :
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

g 6 Zion enjoys her moriarch's love,
Secrire against a threatening hour 5
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Btiilt on his truth, and armed with p'oWer;

L. M. Second Part. Blendon. [*]

God fights for his Church.

O 1 T ET Zion in her l^irig rejoice,

-1-i Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms Jise 5
11



122 PSALM 47.



g He utters his almighty voice,

e The nations melt — ^the tumult dies.

o 2 The Lord, of old, for Jacob fought;

And Jacob's God is still our aid :
e Behold the works his hand hath wrought ;
a What desolations he has made !

o 3 From sea to sea, through all the shores,

He makes the noise of battle cease ;
g When from on high his thunder roars,

He awes the trembling world to peace.

s 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear ;

Chariots he burns with heavenly flame :
p Keep silence, all the earth, — and hear

The sound and glory of his name.

d 5 "Be still — and learn that I am God !
" I'll be exalted o'er the lands ;
'^ I will be known and feared abroad,
" But still my throne in Zion stands."

e 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
e While we so near thy presence dwell
— Our faith shall sit secure, and sing
o Defiance to the gates of hell.

PSALM 47. C. M. Christmas. Arundel [*]
Christ ascending and reigning.

o 1 £r\ FOR a shout of sacred joy,
^^ To God the sovereign King !
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
— 2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around.
Attend him rising through the sky.
With trumpets' joyful sound.
o 3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains :
Let all the earth his honours sing ;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
e 4 Rehearse his praise vrith awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tmgue.
— 5 In Israel stood his ai? ^ient throne.
He loved that chose? race ;



PSALM 48. 123



o But now he calls the Avorld his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known ;
g While powers and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.

PSALM 48. S.M. 1st Pt. Dover. Peckham. [*]

V. 1 — 8. The Church the Honour and Safety of a Nation.

1 1^ REAT is the Lord our God,
h3" And let his praise be great ;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

b 2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand !
— The honours of our native place,
o The bulwarks of our land.

— 3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress ;
e How bright has his salvation shone,
Through all her palaces !

— 4 When kings against her joined,

And saw the Lord was there ;
d In wild confusion of the mind,
o They fled with hasty fear.

e 5 [When navies, tall and proud.

Attempt to spoil our peace,
o He sends his tempest, 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 every new distress
We'll to his house repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous grace.
And seek deliverance there.

S. M. Second Part. Kihicorth. St. Thomas. [*]

Ver. 10 — 14. Gospel Worship and Order.

1 "I^AR as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise ;



lU PSALM 49.



Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.

o 2 With joy let Judah stand

On Zion's chosen hill,
o proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

And counsels of thy will.

e 3 Let strangers walk around
The city Avhere y/e dwell ;
Compass and view the holy ground.
And mark the building well —

e 4 The order of thy house,

The worship of thy court,
The cheerfjil songs, the solemn vows,-^
d And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise !
How glorious to behold !
— Beyond the pomp that charnjs the eyes j
And rites adorned with gold.

p 6 The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die ;
Will be ojir Qod while here below,
And ours above the sky.

PSALM 49, C, M. First Part. Walsal [b]
Ver. 6—^14. The Vanity of Life and Riches,

1 "¥TrHY does the man of riches grow

▼ V To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow,
With every rising tide ?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn.
Made of the self-same clay.

And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they ?]

3 Not all his treasure 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 bribed with gold,
That man may never die.



PSALM 49. 12;



5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave.

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

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

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

e 7 [Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost;

How soon his memory dies !
— His name is written 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,

o Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
a And like the beast 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.]

C. M. Second Part. York. [*]

Ver. 14, 15. Death and the Resurrection.

1 "\7"L sons of pride, who hate the just,

JL And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust,,
g Your pomp shall rise no more.

o 2 The last great day shall change the scene j
e When will that hour appear ?
When shall the just revive and reign
O'er all that scorned them here .''

— 3 God will my naked soul receive.

When separate from the flesh ;
o And break the prison of the grave.

To raise my bones afresh.

s 4 Heaven is my everlasting home,

Th' inheritance is sure ;
— Let men of pride their rage resume,
e But I'll repine no more.
11*



126 PSALM 49, 50.

L. M. Bath. [*]

The Rich Sinner's Death.

1 ["^^/"HY do the proud insult the poor,

Y T And boast the large estates they have ?
How vahi are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave !

2 They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust ;
Nor give a dying brother breath,

When God commainds him down to dust.

3 There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round :
That flesh, so delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.

4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat !

O The saints shalj. in tl^e morning rise,

And firid the oppressor at their feet.
e 5 His honours perish in the dust,

And pomp and beauty, birth and blood J
o That glorious day exalts the just.

To full 4oniiniou o'er the proud.
Q 6 My Saviour shall njy life restore,

And raise me from my dark abode ;

My flesh and soul shall part no more,

But dwell forever near my God.]

PSALM 50, C. M, 1st Pt, Mear, Windsor, [b]

Ver. 1 — 6, The Itf^t Judgment,

1 rXlHE Lord, the Judge, before his throne
d A Bids the whole earth draw nigh ;

— The nations near the rising sun.
And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
d " Judgment will ne'er begin ; "

— No more abuse his long delay.

To impudeuce and sin,
g 3 Throned on a cloud, our God shall conie ;

Bright flames prepare his way ;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,

Lead on the dreadful day !
, - 4 Heaven from above his call shall heaf

Attending angels corae ;



PSALM 50. 127



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

d 5 " But gather all my saints," he cries,
" Who made their peace with God,
" By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
" And sealed 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 heaven adore my grace."

C. M. Second Part. York [*]
Ver.lO, 11, 14, 15, 23. Ohcdicnce is better than Sacrifice,

1 [rpHUS saith the Lord, "The spacious fields,

i " 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 1 require.

3 " Call upon me when trouble's near,
" My hand shall set thee free ;

" Then shall thy thankful lips declare
" The honours due to me.

4 ' The man who offers humble praise,
" He glorifies me best :

" And those who tread my holy ways,
" Shall my salvation taste."]

C. M. Third Part. Reading, [b]

Ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. The Judgment of Hypocrites,

1 ["^TTHEN Christ to judgment shall descend

1 V And saints surround their Lord ;
He calls the nations to attend.
And hear his awful word.

d 2 " Not for the want of bullocks slain,
"Will I the world reprove :
" Altars and rites, and forms are vain,
" Without the fire of love.

3 "And what have hypocrites to do,
f^ To bring their sacrifice ?



128 PSALM 50.



" They call my statutes just and true,
'* But deal in theft and lies.

4 " Could you expect to 'scape my sight,

" And sin without control ?
" But 1 shall bring your crimes to light,
" With anguish in your soul."
e 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord,

Before his wrath appear ;
a If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliverer there.]

L. M. Geneva. JBabi/Ion. [b]

Hypocrisy exposed.

1 rilHE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns;
JL. Let hypocrites attend and fear,

Who place their hope in rites and forms.

But make not faith nor love their care.
d 2 Wretches ! they dare rehearse his name,

With lips of falsehood and deceit ;

A friend or brother they defame,

And soothe and flatter those they hate.
— 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong.

Yet dare to seek their Maker's face ;

They take his covenant on their tongue.

But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean.
Defiled with lust, defiled with blood ;

By night they practise every sin.

By day their mouths draw near to God.

5 And while his judgments long delay.
They grow secure, and sin the more ;
They think he sleeps as well as they.
And put far off the dreadful hour.

e 6 O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes !

a His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliverer dare to rise.

P, M. First Part. Reading. [*]

The last Judgment.

1 rrilHE Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,
i Calls the south nations, and awakes the north,
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Througb distant worlds, and regions of the dead-



PSALM 50, 129



No more shall atheists mock his long^ delq,y ;
His vengeance sleeps no more : Behold the day !

2 Behold the Judge descends ; his guards are nigh ;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky :
Heaven, earth, and hell draw near ; let all things come,
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom :

But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands,)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

3 Behold my covenant stands forever good,
Sealed by the eternal sacrifice in blood ;

And signed with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship or the new :
There's no distinction here ; come, spread their thrones,
And near me seat my favorites, and my sons.

4 I their almighty Saviour, and their God,

1 am their Judge : Ye heavens, proclaim abroad

My just eternal sentence, and declare

Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear :

Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ;

1 doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain,
Without the flames of love : in vain the store
Of brutal offerings, that were mine before :
Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed.
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed,

6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood ?
Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows.
Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic vows ?
Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ?

7 Unthinking wretch ! how couldst thou hope to please
A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these ?

While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,
Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong :
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.

8 Silent I waited, with long-suffering love ;
But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove .''
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God, the righteous, would indulge thy sin?



130 PSALM 50.



Behold my terrors now, my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;

Awake before this dreadful morning rise :

Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works

amend ;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend •
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.]

P. M. Second Part. Walworth. [*]

The last Judgment.

1 J I iHE God of glory sends his summons forth,

-I- Calls the south nations, and awakes the north j
From east to west the sovereign orders spread,
Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead.

Tlie trumpet sounds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices ;

Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ;
His vengeance sleeps no more : behold the day :
Behold the Judge descend; his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky.

When God appears, all nature shall adore him ;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

3 " Heaven, earth, and hell draw near : — Let all thhigs come,
" To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom !

" But gather first my saints," the Judge commands ;

" Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands."
JVJien Christ returns, loake every cheerful passion ;
And shout, ye saints ; he comes for your salvation.

4 " Behold, my covenant stands forever good,
" Sealed by the eternal sacrifice in blood,

" And signed with all their names ; — the Greek, the Jew,
" Who paid the ancient worship, or the new."
There's no distinction here ; join all your voices,
And raise your heads, ye saints ; for heaven rejoices.

5 ''Here," saith the Lord, ''ye angels, spread their thrones,
" And near me seat my favorites and my sons :

" Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared
" Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward."

When Christ returns, icake every cheerful passion ;

And shout, ye saints ; he comes for your salvation.



PSALM 50 131



PAUSE THE FIRST. Laudaff.

6 [" I am the Saviour. I th' almighty God;

'■^ I am the Judge : Ye heavens, proclaim abroad
" My just eternal sentence, and declare
" Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear."
When God appears, all nature shall adore him,
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before hiviJ]

7 " Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane,
" Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain
'* Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saint's attire —
" I doom the painted hypocrite to fire."

Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices :
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

8 [" Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain,

" Do I Condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain,
'• Without the flames of love : in vain the store
'' Of brutal offerings, that were mine before."
Earth is the Lord's ; all nature shall adore him :



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