4 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He's more than all the world to me, PSALM XLV. 1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour-King, 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; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 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. 6 God, thine own God, has richly shed PSALM XLVI. 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress inva : Ere we can offer our complaints, 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 4 That sacred stream, thy holy word, PSALM XLVII. 10 FOR a shout of sacred joy 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. 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge lead the song; D Nor mock him with a solemn sound 5. In Israel stood his ancient throne; But now he calls the world his own, 6 The British islands are the Lord's; PSALM XLVIII. GREAT is the Lord our God, He makes his churches his abode, These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright hath his salvation shone Through all her palaces! Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold, In every new distress We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, PSALM L. 1 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 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, his way: Bright flames prepare Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, 3 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice and their doom. 4 "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, 66 And seal'd it with his blood. 5 "Their faith and works brought forth to light "Shall make the world confess, "My sentence of reward is right, 1 SHEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Are not thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but not surpass Against thy law, against thy grace: O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean. 4 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear: Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. PSALM LI. PART II. 1 O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry, 3 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford: And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King! The God of grace will ne'er despise 5 My soul lies humbled in the dust, |