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PSALM 45. Second Part. L.M.
Christ and his Church. (cont.)

1	THE King of saints how fair his face, Adorn'd with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations with his love.
2	At his right hand our eyes behold The queen array'd in purest gold: The world admires her heav'nly dress; Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3	He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and seats her near his throne; Fair stranger, let thy heart forget The idols of thy native state.
4	So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd: For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5	O happy hour! when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies; And all thy sons (a numerous train) Each, like a prince, in glory reign.
6	Let endless honours crown his head; Let ev'ry age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescension of his love.

PSALM 46. First Part. L.M.
The safety of the church.

And mountains in the ocean lost;

1	GOD is our refuge in distress, A present help when dangers press: On him for safety we relied, And in his strength we will confide. HL Note
2	Tho' earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost;

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PSALM 46. First Part. L.M.
The safety of the church. (cont.)

2	Or lofty hills from their abode, Torn piece-meal by the roaring flood.
3	Let angry waves together roll'd Rage on with fury uncontrol'd; We will not fear, whilst we depend On God, who is our constant friend.
4	A gentler stream, that ever flows, And joy to all around bestows, The city of the Lord shall fill, The city where he's worshipp'd still.
5	God dwells in Zion, whose strong tow'rs, Shall mock th' assault of earthly pow'rs; And his almighty aid is nigh, To those who on his strength rely.

PSALM 46. Second Part. L.M.
God creates peace.

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 God is still our aid: Behold the works his hand hath wrought, What desolations he hath made!
3	From sea to sea thro' all the shores, He makes the noise of battles 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 heav'nly flame: Keep silence all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his name.