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Thy saints, O Lord, before thy thronę;
of honour raise.
On Zion's chosen hill,
And counsels of thy will.
The city where we dwell,
And mark the building well ;
The worship of thy court,
And make a fair report.
How glorious to behold!
And rites adorn'd with gold.
Will guide us till we die ;
And ours above the sky.
The vanity of life and riches.
To insolence and pride ;
With ev'ry rising tide ? 2 Why đoth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay ;
Of better dust than they ?
His soul a short reprieve ;
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
The ransom is too high ;
That man may never die.
The tim'rous and the brave,
“ My house shall ever stand ;
“ I'll give it to my land.” 7. Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost;.
How soon his mem'ry dies ! His name is buried in the dust,
Where his own carcass 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.
If honour raise them high,
And like the beasts they clie.
Death feeds upon them there ;
In terror and despair.
Deaih and the resurrection.
When death hath brought you down to dast,
Your pomp shall rise no more. 2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour
? When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here! 3 God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh; And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Th’ inheritance is sure ;
The last judgment.
Bids the whole earth draw nigh;
And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
“ Judgment will ne'er begin ;" No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright Aames prepare his way ; Thunder and darkness, fire and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.
Attending angels come ;
His justice, and their doom.
6 That made their peace with God,
• By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
" And seal'd it with his blood. 6 « Their faith and works brought forth to light,
“Shall make the world confess - My sentence of reward is right, 6. And heav'n adore my grace. PSALM 50. Second Part. C. M.
Obedience is better than sacrifice. ITHUS saith the Lord, “the spacious fields
" And Aocks and herds are mine : « O'er all the cattle of the hills
“ I claim a right divine. 2 “ I ask no sheep for sacrifice,
« Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; “ To hope and love, to pray and praise,
“ Is all that I require. 3 Invoke my name when trouble's near,
“My hand shall set thee free; “Then shall thy thankful lips declare
" The honour due to me. 4 " The man that offers humble praise,
" Declares my glory best ; si And those that tread my holy ways,
“ Shall my salvation taste.
" Will I the world reprove :
66 Without the fire of love.
“ To bring their sacrifice ?
" But deal in theft and lies.
" And sin without control ?
“ But I will bring your crimes to light,
“ With anguish in your soul.”
Before his wrath appear ;
Hypocrisy warned. 1 THE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns :
Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rights and forms ;
But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face ;
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
Defil'd with lust, defild with blood :
By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And, while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure, and sin the more :.
And put far off the dreadful hour.
And sets their crimes before their eyes :.