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3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every sh.o.r.e, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our G.o.d; Life, love, and joy still gliding thro', And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

Psalm 46:2. Second Part.

G.o.d fights for his church.

1 Let Sion in her King rejoice, Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies.

2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's G.o.d is still our aid; Behold the works his hand has wrought, What desolations he has made!

3 From sea to sea, thro' all the sh.o.r.es, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace.

4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; Keep silence all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his Name.

5 ”Be still, and learn that I am G.o.d, ”I'll be exalted o'er the lands, ”I will be known and fear'd abroad, ”But still my throne in Sion stands.”

6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of h.e.l.l.

Psalm 47.

Christ ascending and reigning.

1 O for a shout of sacred joy To G.o.d the sovereign King!

Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our G.o.d ascends on high, His heavenly guards around Attend him rising thro' 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 honour sing; O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehea.r.s.e 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 lov'd 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 G.o.d is known, While powers and princes, s.h.i.+elds and swords, Submit before his throne.

Psalm 48:1. 1-8. First Part.

The church is the honour and safety of a nation.

1 [Great is the Lord our G.o.d, 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 honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.]

3 In Sion G.o.d is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone Thro' all her palaces!