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PSALM 50. Fourth Part. P. M.
The last judgment. ITHE God of glory sends his summons THE
forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north : From east to west the sov’reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds ; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices ;
[voices. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His
vengeance sleeps no more : behold the day!
[nigh; Behold the Judge descends! his guards are Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him:
While sinnerstremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 Sinners awake betimes; ye fools, be wise ; Awake before this dreadful morning rise : Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,
[friend : Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Then join, ye saints ; wake ev'ry cheerful passion,
[vation When Christ returns, he comes for your salPSALM 51. First Part. L. M.
A penitent pleading for pardon. ISH
HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;
May not a sinner trust in thee?
The pow'r and glory of thy grace :
3 O! wash my soul from ev'ry sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean ::
And past offences pain mine eyes.
Lord, should thy judgment grow. severe,
I am condemn’d, but thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word,
Original and actual sins confessed.
And born unholy and unelean: Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrups his race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death :
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
And form my spirit pure and true; 0! make me wise betimes, to see
My danger and my remedy.
My only refuge is thy grace :
The leprosy lies deep within.
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest ;
6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone :
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease :
PSALM 51. Third Part. L. M.
Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ. "O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, , Avert from them thy angry look,
And blot their mem’ry from thy book, 2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight :
His help and comfort still afford :
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the sacrifice I bring :
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just :
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways:
Sinners shall learn thy sov’reign grace;
And they shall praise a pard’ning God. 80! may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song :
PSALM 52. First Part. L. M.
The destruction of tyrants and persecutors. 1 WHY should the haughty
? While blood defiles his cruel hand,
And desolation wastes the land.
The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh;
His falsehood spreads the fatal snare. 3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong,
And arms with rage his impious tongue ;
And bids the trembling world adore. 4 But God is good, and with a frown,
Casts to the dust his honours down ;
And hail the proud oppressor's fall. 5 How low the persecutor lies,
Who dar'd th' eternal pow'r despise ;
The church and nation to destroy.
And sent salvation from the skies :
PSALM 52. Second Part. L.M.
The experience of the Lord's people in his house. 1 WORD in season, spoke with pow'r,
I've often heard within these walls; But none surpassing, what this hour
Attends the precious gospel calls.
is largely giv'n;
The house of God, the gate of heav'n. 3 Here, in thy courts, let me be seen,
Growing in faith, and hope, and love;
songs for all thy goodness raise :
The heay'ns and earth this truth con
Yet this, the atheist fool denies,
And dares his impious thoughts express. 2 The Lord, from his celestial tow'r,
Look'd down, the sons of men to view;
If any truth and justice knew.
All, in their hearts, were atheists grown :