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. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet Shalt melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, But grace and justice thy delight. 6 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head; And with his sacred Spirit blest His first-born Son above the rest.
PSALM 45. THIRD PART. L. M.
THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The Queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress;
Her robes of joy and righteousness.
3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne;
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the favorite of his choice;
Let him be loved, and yet adored,
For he 's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 Oh happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons, (a numerous train,)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescension of his love.
PSALM 46. FIRST PART. L. M.
OD is the refuge of his saints,
GWhen 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 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 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.
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Supports our faith, our fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
PSALM 46. SECOND PART. L. M.
ET Zion in her King rejoice,
Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies..
2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is still our aid;
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What desolations he has made!
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 Zion stands.
6 O 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.
PSALM 47. C. M.
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 trumpet's 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.
PSALM 48. FIRST PART. S. M.
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 Zion 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.
PSALM 48. SECOND PART. S. M.
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 Zion'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!
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.
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