Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, 4 The orders of thy house, 5 How decent, and how wise.! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 6 The God we worship now, Will be our. God while here below, 1 PSALM 49. First Part. C. M. WH HY doth the man of riches grow To see his wealth and honours flow With ev'ry rising tide? 2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay; And boast as tho' his flesh were born 3 Not all his treasures can procure: Redeem from death one guilty hour, 4 Life is a blessing can't be sold, Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his mem❜ry dies! His name is buried in the dust, 8 This is the folly of their way; 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race, 10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, PSALM 49. Second Part. C. M. 1 YE Death and the resurrection. sons of pride that hate the just, And trample on the poor; When death hath brought you down to dust, 2 The last great day shall change the scene, 4 Heav'n is my everlasting home, 1 Let men of pride their rage resume, PSALM 50. First Part. C. M. THE HE Lord, the Judge, before his throne The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 66 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, 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, And earth and hell shall know and fear 5" But gather all my saints (he cries) 66 By the Redeemer's sacrifice, 6 "Their faith and works brought forth to light, "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heav'n adore my grace." 1 PSALM 50. Second Part. C. M. HUS saith the Lord, "The spacious fields "And flocks and herds are mine: "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me. 4"The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste. 5"Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove: "Altars and rites and forms are vain "Without the fire of love. 6" And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? 66 They call my statutes just and true, 7 "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "But I will bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 8 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, If once you fall beneath his sword, PSALM 50. Third Part. L. M. THE HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns: 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, 4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, 6 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near, |