Great God of hosts, their God, and ours, Let that right arm which wrought for them, PSALM 45. ОH fairer than the sons of men, Gird then Thy sword upon Thy thigh, Thou art anointed to the fight, Thine is an everlasting throne, Therefore to Thee shall kings bow down, All generations of the earth, Thy praises shall record, Thy name to every clime go forth, World without end adored. PSALM 46. GOD is our refuge, tried, and proved, We will not fear, though earth be moved, The waves may roar, the mountains shake, A gentle stream of hope, and love, It issues from His throne above; When earth, and hell against us came, He spake, and quelled their powers, The Lord of Hosts is still the same, The God of grace is ours. PSALM 46. Second Version. GOD is our refuge, and defence, Secure in His omnipotence, What foe can make our souls afraid? Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountain's down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock; They look beyond this transient world. There is a river, pure, and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. Built by the word of His command, PSALM 47. EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high, Wheree'er the sea-ward rivers run, God is gone up with loud acclaim, And trumpets tuneful voice, Sing praise, sing praises to His name, Sing praises, and rejoice. Sing praises to our God, sing praise To every creature's King, His wondrous works, His glorious ways, God sits upon His holy throne; Princes around His footstool, throng, Earth, and her shields to God belong; PSALM 47. Second Version. Oн clap your hands, ye people, all, The heritage He'll chuse for us, God is gone up with merry shout, Conquest, and might to Him belong, Who shall His will gainsay? Earth, and her princes round Him throng, He is their shield, and stay. PSALM 48. POUR ye your songs of praise abroad And in His sanctu❜ry. Mount Zion is a beauteous place, The joy of Israel; There is the shining of God's face, There He delights to dwell. He in her palaces is known, He that over Salem's towers From age to age keeps ward, This God of Jacob still is ours, In life, and death our guard. PSALM 51. HAVE mercy on me, O my God, Offences rise wheree'er I look, But I confess their guilt to Thee, Blot my transgressions from Thy book, Cleanse me from mine iniquity. |