4 Come, fee the wonders he has wrought How he has calm'd the jarring world; And earth her fovereign Lord confefs As to our fathers in diftrefs. TATE. Pfalm XLVII. Common Metre. [*] Univerfal Praife, FOR a fhout of facred joy, 2 Whilft angels fhout their lofty praise, 3 Rehearse his praife with awe profound, In Ifrael ftood his ancient throne, But now he calls the world his own, WATTS Plaim XLVIII. Short Metre. [*] Gospel Worship and Order. And let his praise be great; 2 Far as thy name is known, The city where we dwell; The worship of thy court, 5 How decent and how wife! 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die; Will be our God whilft here below, Our God above the sky. WATTS. Plaim XLIX. Common Metre. [b] The Vanity of Riches. HY doth the man of riches grow WH To fee his wealth and honours flow 2 Not all his treasures can procure Redeem from death one guilty hour, 3 The worth of life can ne'er be told, Justice cannot be brib'd with gold, 4 He fees the brutish and the wife, Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, And that my name may long abide, 6 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft, His name is written in the duft WATTS. Pfalm L. First Part. Com. Metre. [b] The laft Judgment. HE Lord, the Judge, before his throne The nations near the rifing fun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blafphemers fay, "Judgment will ne'er begin ;" No more abuse his long delay, 3 To impudence and fin, Thron'd on a cloud, our God fhall come, Thunder and darknefs, fire and ftorm '4 Heaven from above, his call fhall hear, And earth and hell fhall know and fear 6 "Their faith and works, bro't forth to ligh WATTS Pfalm L. Sec Part. Long Metre. [ T1 Hypocrify expofed. HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warn Who place their hopes in rites and forms, 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with luft, and ftain'd with blood; By night they practife every fin, By day their mouths draw near to God. § And whilst his judgments long delay, O dreadful hour! when God draws near WATTS Pfalm LI. Firft Part. Long Metre. [b] A Penitent pleading for Pardon. HEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting finner live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not the contrite truft in thee? 2 My fins, tho' great, do not furpass The riches of eternal grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 30 wash my foul from every fin, And make my guilty confcience clean Here on my heart the burden lies, And paft offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with fhame my fins confess Against thy law, against thy grace; And should thy judgment be fevere, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Yet, fave a trembling finner, Lord, Whofe hope, ftill hovering round thy word, Seeks for fome precious promife there, Some fure protection from defpair. Ꮐ |