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PSALM 45, S. M.
The Glory of Christ.

dol 1 MY Saviour and my King!

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Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glory known;
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride, in majesty, to spread
The conquests of thy word.

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

While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

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

PSALM 45, H. M.

Christ, the triumphant King.

IRD on thy conquering sword,
U Ascend thy shining car;
And march, almighty Lord!
To wage thy holy war:
Before his wheels,

In glad surprise,

Ye valleys! rise,

And sink, ye hills!

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Millions of foes shall fall,
The captives of thy grace,-
That grace which conquers all:
The world shall know,

Great King of kings!
What wondrous things
Thine arm can do.

3 Here to my waiting soul,

Bend thy triumphant way;
Here every fear control,

And all thy power display:

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My heart, thy throne,
Blest Jesus! see,
Submits to thee
To thee alone.

PSALM 46, First Part, L. M.
Church's Safety amidst Desolations.
OD is the refuge of his saints,

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U When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled,
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,
And watering our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream,-thy holy word,-
Our grief allays, our fears controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

mf 5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour
Nor can her firm foundations move,

Built on his truth, and armed with power.

PSALM 46, Second Part, L. M.

God reigns in Zion.

ET Zion in her King rejoice,

Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise : He utters his almighty voice,

The nations melt,-the tumult dies.

2 From sea to sea, through all the shores,
He makes the noise of battle cease;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
3"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."

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

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PSALM 46, Third Part, L.M.
The Refuge and Defence of the Saints.
OD is our refuge and defence,
U In trouble our unfailing aid;
Secure in his omnipotence,

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What foe can make our souls afraid?

2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock,
And mountains down the gulf be hurled,
His people smile amid the shock;

They look beyond this transient world.

3 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.

4 Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blest, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest. mf 5 Thither let fervent faith aspire;

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Our treasure and our heart be there;
Oh! for a seraph's wing of fire!

No;-for the mightier wings of prayer.
6 We reach at once that last retreat,

And ranged among the ransomed throng,
Fall with the elders at his feet,

Whose name alone inspires their song.

PSALM 46, C. M.

God, an unfailing Refuge.

1 GOD is our refuge, tried and proved,

Amid a stormy world;

We will not fear though earth be moved,
And hills in ocean hurled.

2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
Our comforts shall not cease;

The Lord his saints will not forsake;

The Lord will give us peace.

dol 3 A gentle stream of hope and love To us shall ever flow;

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It issues from his throne above;

It cheers his church below.

4 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, 7s. and 6s. Peculiar.

The River and the City of God.

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Life and peace and joy it brings
To his Jerusalem:

Rivers of refreshing grace

Through the sacred city flow,
Watering all the hallowed place,
Where God resides below.
2 God, most merciful, most high,
Doth in his Zion dwell:
Kept by him, her towers defy
The strength of earth and hell:
Guardian of the chosen race,

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Jesus doth his church defend:
Saves them by his kindly grace,
And saves them to the end.

PSALM 47, L. M.

Praise to Christ, the King.

JESUS, the Lord, ascends on high;
He reigns in glory o'er the sky:
Let all the earth its offerings bring,
Exalt his name, proclaim him King.

2 Wide, through the world, he spreads his sway,
And bids the heathen lands obey,

His church, with willing offerings, greet,
And bend submissive at her feet.

3 His reign the heathen lands shall own;
His holiness secures his throne:
And earthly princes gather round,
Where Christ, the mighty God, is found.
4 Princes by him their power extend,
Earth's mightiest kings to Jesus bend;

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He bids them rule, he bids them die,-
Himself o'er all exalted high.

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PSALM 47, First Part, C. M.
The Ascension and Reign of Christ.
H! 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.

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3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honor sing;

O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;

Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne:-
He loved that ancient race
But now he calls the world his own;
The heathen taste his grace.

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PSALM 47, Second Part, C. M.
Christ, the King.

1 EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high,
King over all the earth;

Exalt his triumph to the sky,
In songs of sacred mirth.

2 God is gone up with loud acclaim,
And trumpets' tuneful voice;
Sing praise, sing praises to his name,
Sing praises, and rejoice.

3 Sing praises to our God; sing praise
To every creature's King:

His wondrous works, his glorious ways,
All tongues! all kindred! sing.

4 God sits upon his holy throne,
God o'er the heathen "eigns;