2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake, Our comforts shall not cease: 3 A gentle stream of hope and love It issues from his throne above, 4 When earth and hell against us came, PSALM 47. L.M. ALL ye people, clap your hands, 2 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy and trumpet's sound; To Him repeated praises sing, And let your cheerful songs abound. 3 Your utmost skill in praise be shown E that love the Saviour's name, Y shout, your King is on his throne, Terrible his foes to tame, Mighty to protect his own. 2 Onward shall his empire flow Till his will is done below As within his courts above. Satan, sense and sin subdu'd, Evil all reduc'd to good. 3 Shout, ye people of the Lord, Ye shall rise with Him to reign; He his servants shall reward, Dry their tears, and burst their chain. All that live, your homage bring, Praise, O praise, your Saviour King. PSALM 48. C.M. THE Lord, the only God, is great, In Sion, on whose happy mount 2 Not in our fortresses and walls But on thy temple fix our hopes, 3 According to thy sov'reign name, 4 This God is ours, and will be ours, PSALM 49. C.M. Jand deep attention give: EHOVAH speaks; let man be aw'd, Ye sinners, hear the way to God 2 Trust not in earthly wealth and show, 3 Worlds cannot reach the mighty price Of one immortal soul; No, Lord, thy blood and sacrifice 4 In Thee be our Salvation sure, PSALM 50. P.M. Thath sent his summons all abroad, THE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God From dawning light till day declines: The list'ning earth His voice hath heard, And He from Sion hath appear'd, Where beauty in perfection shines. 2 Our God shall come, and keep no more Misconstru'd silence, as before; But wasting flames before Him send: Around shall tempests fiercely rage, While He does heav'n and earth engage His just tribunal to attend. 3 Assemble all my saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine decree,) That in my lasting cov'nant live; And off'rings bring with constant care: The heav'ns his justice shall declare, For God himself shall sentence give. HAY PSALM 51. S.M. AVE mercy, Lord, on me, Let me, opprest with loads of guilt, 2 Against Thee, Lord, alone, Have I transgress'd, and, tho' condemn'd, 3 In guilt each part was form'd 4 Blot out my crying sins, 5 Withdraw not Thou thy help, 6 The joy thy favour gives And thy free spirit's firm support |