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PSALM 48. Second Part. S.M.
The worship and order of the Church. (cont.)

1	Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,    Their songs of honour raise.
2	With joy thy people stand    On Zion'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 thy 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. First Part. C.M.
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 ev'ry rising tide?
2	Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,    Made of the self-same clay; And boast as tho' his flesh were born    Of better dust than they?
3	Not all his treasures can procure    His soul a short reprieve;

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PSALM 49. First Part. C.M.
The vanity of life and riches. (cont.)

3	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 tim'rous 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 mem'ry dies! His name is buried in the dust,    Where his own carcass lies.
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 beasts, a thoughtless race,    And like the beasts they die.
10	Laid in the grave like silly sheep,    Death feeds upon them there; 'Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep    In terror and despair.

PSALM 49. Second Part. C.M.
Death and the resurrection.

1	YE sons of pride that hate the just,    And trample on the poor;