Filled with awe and holy fear,

All thy sacred presence near.

When on thy great name we call;

Thou, our God, art all in all.

In this vale of darkness dwell;

'Midst thy light ineffable.

Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;

Infinite and Holy One!

Help us to praise!

Ancient of days!

Our prayer attend!

On us descend!

Hence, evermore!

Love and adore.

1Stand up and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;

With heart, and soul and voice.

2Though high above all praise,

Above all blessing high,

And laud and magnify?

3O for the living flame

From his own altar brought,

And wing to heaven our thought!

4There, with benign regard,

Our hymns he deigns to hear;

The spirit feels him near.

5Stand up and bless the Lord,

The Lord your God adore;

Henceforth for evermore.

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;

He can create, and he destroy.

Made us of clay, and formed us men;

He brought us to his fold again.

Our souls, and all our mortal frame:

Almighty Maker, to thy name?

High as the heaven our voices raise;

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Vast as eternity thy love;

When rolling years shall cease to move.

And sighs her God to seek,

That ends the weary week!

That opens on the sight,

Beams its new rays of light!

Yet, while they gently roll,

A sabbath o'er my soul!

The first and best of days;

The day of prayer and praise.

His rising thee did raise;

Beyond all other days.

To all the sheaves behind;

A happy week will find.

For, Lord, the day is thine;

And thus to make it mine.

The best of all the seven,

And think of God and heaven!

Our sins may be forgiven!

"Father, who art in heaven!"

From him to whom 'tis given

And lead the way to heaven!

In vain the will has striven,

Will send his grace from heaven.

Would lift itself in prayer;

And show thy presence there.

The mercies of my Lord,

To bear me on to God.

This world has round me thrown,

Each darling sin disown.

A never dying flame

In thine almighty name.

1Welcome, delightful morn,

We hail thy glad return:

2Now may the King descend,

Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

3Descend, celestial Dove,

Disclose a Saviour's love,

1How pleased and blest was I

To hear the people cry,

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,

2Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,

In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear

3May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down!

All thy faithful mercies crown.

Pure, unbounded love thou art;

Enter every longing heart.

Into every troubled breast;

Let us find thy promised rest.

Let us all thy life receive,

Never more thy temples leave.

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,

And prophets praised with glowing tongue!

Thy favored worshipper may dwell;

Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well.

The grateful song, the fervent prayer--

To Heaven, and find acceptance there.

And strength and beauty bend the knee,

Its praises and its prayers to thee.

The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

In glory now appear;

And shed thy blessings here.

Thy Spirit, Lord, impart;

With power reach every heart.

Here give the mourners rest;

Enthroned in every breast.

And humble prayer arise,

In realms beyond the skies.

Attend his holy place;

And sing his wondrous grace.

And raise your thanks on high;

Above the starry sky.

With rays of quickening grace:

Whose presence fills the place.

1Glad was my heart to hear

My old companions say

For 'tis a holy day.

2Our willing feet shall stand

Within thy temple-door;

Shall throng the sacred floor.

3Within these walls be peace

And harmony be found:

Prosperity abound!

4For friends and brethren dear,

Our prayer shall never cease

God send his people peace!

1Come to the house of prayer,

O ye afflicted, come:

He makes that house his home.

2Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;

In kindred homage bow.

3Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt his love:

Your lips forget to move.

4Ye young, before his throne,

Come, bow; your voices raise;

Who gives the power to praise.

5Thou, whose benignant eye

In mercy looks on all--

And hear'st the mourner's call--

6Up to thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,

And heaven on earth be won.

1Lord of the worlds above,

The dwellings of thy love,

2O happy souls that pray

O happy men that pay

3They go from strength to strength,

Till each arrives at length,

From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows;

A spring of refreshment, a place of repose.

The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise;

My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise.

For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair:

And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer?

Sordid hopes, and vain desires,

Every heart to heaven aspires.

Light celestial cheers our eyes,

Peace and pardon from the skies.

Every pure and humble mind,

From the stains of guilt refined.

God withholds his care from none,

From the fountain of his throne.

Thy presence now display;

O, give us hearts to pray.

In pity, Lord, remove;

The message of thy love.

To kneel before thy face;

The children of thy grace.

Bow we down with holy fear;

Let us feel that thou art near.

Come not where devotion kneels;

Glowing with the joy she feels.

We resign our earth-born cares;

Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy, let us sing.

Pay, O my soul, to God;

To his sublime abode.

Whom words nor thoughts can reach;

Than the best forms of speech.

From all pollution free;

And they thy face shall see.

1How sweet to bless the Lord,

And in his praises join,

And sing his power divine!

2These seasons of delight

The dawn of glory seem,

Which on our spirits beam.

3O, blest assurance this;

Bright morn of heavenly day;

That cheers the pilgrim's way.

4Thus may our joys increase,

Our love more ardent grow,

Refresh our souls below.

To which thy God resorts!

Though in his earthly courts.

His saving power displays;

With kind and quickening rays.

Descends and fills the place,

And sheds abroad his grace.

The secrets of thy will;

And sing thy praises still.

And to thy courts repair;

To meet our Saviour here.

The humble mind, bestow;

To make our graces grow.

In faith present our prayers,

Unbosom all our cares.

Our fainting hope to raise,

That we may render praise.

In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;

And all our zealous vows complete.

Didst always bend thy listening ear,

And at thy gracious throne appear.

To stop thy flowing mercy try;

And wash away the crimson dye.

Within thy sacred dwelling lives;

The vast delight thy worship gives.

Within, around us, and above!

Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.

Of all who seek this sacred place;

Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.

To keep us meek, and make us free,

Round each with all, and all with thee.

Send in its calm upon the breast;

And we can need no other rest.

And dying sinners pray to live,

And, when thou hearest, O forgive!

The blessed Gospel of thy Son,

Be mighty signs and wonders done.

Here to abide, no transient guest?

And here the Holy Spirit rest?

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;

In every bosom fix thy throne.

Thou hast brought us on our way;

Waiting in thy courts to-day:

Through the week our praise demand:

Fed and guided by thy hand,

Through the dear Redeemer's name,

Take away our sin and shame.

Conquer sinners, comfort saints;

Bring relief from all complaints.

How shall we all thy love declare!

But heaven is open to our prayer,--

That glorious heaven which has no bound,

And life and beauty glow around.

Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,

And wider than the bounds of space,

All lost in thine immensity!

Amid thy dread infinity!

As in thy glittering, high domain;

Can never seek thy face in vain.

Help us thy boundless love declare;

Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.

May cloud to-morrow's way,

All shall be thine to-day.

To worship at thy shrine;

And leaves this temple thine.

Of earth and folly born;

From this celestial morn.

To feel your harsh control;

The Sabbath of the soul.

Dews of sweet forgiveness pour;

Till thy blessing makes it more.

From thy pardoning grace be given!

Pour around the throne of heaven.