2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.] 3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone Thro' all her palaces! 4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind They fled with hasty tear. 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 sheep have been. 7 In every new distress We'll to his house repair. We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Psalm 48:2. 10-14. Second Part. The beauty of the church; or, Gospel worship and order. 1 Far 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 let Judah stand On Sion'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 thine 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 adorn'd with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die, Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. Psalm 49:1. 8-14. First Part. C. M. Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches. 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide? 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as tho' his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold That man may never die.] 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-- "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land." 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his memory dies! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcase lies. PAUSE. 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. 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honour raise them high. Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. 10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet break their sleep In terror and despair. Psalm 49:2. 14 15. Second Part. C. M. Death and the resurrection.