3 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. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; Let earth in silent wonder hear

The sound and glory of his name.

5 Be still, and learn that he is God,
He reigns exalted o'er the lands;
He will be known and feared abroad,
But still his throne in Sion stands.

6 0 Lord of hosts, almighty King,
While we so near thy presence dwell,
Our faith shall sit secure and sing,
Nor fear the raging powers of hell.
C. M.

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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.

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 guide the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;

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

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known;

While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne.

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FIRST PART.

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

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

3 In Sion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone,
How fair his heavenly grace!

4 When kings against her joined,
And saw the Lord was there,
In wild confusion of the mind,
They fled with hasty fear.

5 When navies, tall and proud,
Attempt to spoil our peace,
He sends his tempests 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 flocks have been.

7 In every new distress,

We'll to his house repair,

Recall to mind his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

S. M.

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SECOND PART.

AR as thy name is known,
The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne
Their songs of honour raise.

2 With joy thy people stand

On Sion's chosen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
Compass and view thy holy ground,
And mark the building well:

4 The orders 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!

S. M.

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

6 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

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WH

FIRST PART.

HY doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,

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

C. M.

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

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

3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;

Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,
That man may never die.

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,
"My house shall ever stand;

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

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!

His name is buried in the dust,
Where his own body 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,
Though honour raise them high,
Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race,
And like the beasts they die.

10 Laid in the grave, like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.

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SECOND PART.

E sons of pride that hate the just,
And trample on the poor,

C. M.

When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp shall rise no more.

2 The last great day shall change the scene;
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,
Called from the world away,
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my mouldering clay.

4 Heaven is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;

Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

HY do the proud insult the poor,

WHY

L. M.

And boast the large estates they have?

How vain are riches to secure

Their haughty owners from the grave!

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

When God commands 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,
And leaves his glories in the tomb;
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And hear th' oppressor's awful doom.
5 His honours perish in the dust,
And pomp, and beauty, birth and blood;
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.