4 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought
On earth what desolations brought,

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

And earth her sovereign Lord confess;
The God of hosts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM XLVII. Common Metre.
Universal Praise.

1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

TATE.

2 Whilst angels shout their lofty praise,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth their voices raise,
O'er all the earth he reigns.

3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

4 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race!

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

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WATTS.

PSALM XLVIII. Short Metre.
Gospel Worship and Order.

1 Great is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes the church his blest abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 Far as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their songs of honour raise.

3 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell; Compass and view thy holy ground, And mark the building well;

4 The order 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

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Will be our God whilst here below,

Our God above the sky.

PSALM XLIX.

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WATTS.

Common Metre. b

The Vanity of Riches.

1 WHY doth the man of riches grow

To insolence and pride,

To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide?

2 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve;

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

3 The worth of life can ne'er be told,
Its ransome is too high;
Justice cannot be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.

4 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,

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

5 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.'

6 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust

In which his body lies.

WATTS.

b

PSALM L. First Part. C. M.

The last Judgment.

I 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,
"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 Heaven 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 crics)
"Who made their peace with God,
"Through 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 heaven adore my grace.”

WATTS.

PSALM L. Sec. Part. L. M.

Hypocrisy exposed.

b

THE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, 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 sacred name,
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
3 They watch to do their neighbour wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean,
Defil'd with lust, and stain'd with blood;
By night they practise every sin,

By day their mouths draw near to God.

5 And whilst 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.

6-0 dreadful hour! when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes;
Their guilt and punishment appear,
And no deliverer can arise.

WATTS.

PSALM LI. First Part. Long Metre. b

A Penitent Pleading for Pardon.

1 SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting sinner live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not the contrite trust in thee?

2 My sins, though great, do not surpass
The riches of eternal grace;

Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace; And should thy judgment be severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure protection from despair.