Psalms 47-49
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1 OH for a shout of sacred joy, To God, the Sovereign King: Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus our God ascends on high, His heavenly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpet's Joyful sound.
3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honours sing; O'er all the earth He reigns.
4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song; Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Israel stood His ancient throne; He loved that chosen race; But now He calls the world His own, And heathens taste His grace.
6 The British islands are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known; While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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1 GREAT is the Lord our God, And let His praise be great; He makes His churches His abode, His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of His grace, How beautiful they stand! The honour of our native place, And bulwark of our land.
3 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright has His salvation shone Through all her palaces!
4 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where His own sheep have been
5 In every new distress We'll to His house repair: We'll think upon His wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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1 JEHOVAH speaks, let man be awed, And deep attention give; Ye sinners, hear the way to God! Ye dead, arise and live!
2 Trust not in earthly wealth and show, Vain, vain are they to save; Gold cannot buy release from woe, Or ransom from the grave.
3 Worlds cannot reach the mighty price Of one immortal soul; No, Lord, Thy blood and sacrifice Alone can make us whole.
4 In Thee be our salvation sure, No other wealth we seek; We're rich in Thee, however poor, And strong, however weak. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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