  674L. M. Psalm 100. Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people—we his care— Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command! Vast as eternity thy love! Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move! 675L. M. God exalted. Be thou exalted, O my God! Above the heavens where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 2 My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to thy name: Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. 3 High o’er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. 676L. M. Every place a temple. O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue: 2 Not now on Zion’s hight alone Thy favored worshipers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary, by the patriarch’s well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer— The incense of the heart—may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee! 5 O thou to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet-bards was strung, To thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung! 677L. M. Coming together in the name of Jesus. Great God! the followers of thy Son, We bow before thy mercy-seat, To worship thee, the holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet. 2 O, grant thy blessing here to-day; O, give thy people joy and peace; The tokens of thy love display, And favor that shall never cease. 3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought, His path of light we long to tread; Here be his holy doctrines taught, And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith, and hope, and love abound; Our sins and errors be forgiven; And we, from day to day, be found The sons of God and heirs of heaven. 678L. M. 6 lines. Seeking refuge. Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar’s shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest to gain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost; Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 679L. M. The hour of worship. Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o’er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine, Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people’s voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner’s tear. 4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 680L. M. How amiable are thy tabernacles. Great God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all th’ assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway, The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee; Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 681L. M. Serve the Lord with gladness. Ye nations round the earth, rejoice, Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God: ’tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give; We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy; With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure: And the whole race of men shall find His truth from age to age endure. 682L. M. Let us worship and bow down. O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King! For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation’s Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address in joyful songs The praise that to his name belongs. 3 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there! Down on our knees, devoutly, all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. 683L. M. Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth. While now thy throne of grace we seek, O God! within our spirits speak; For we will hear thy voice to-day, Nor turn our hardened hearts away. 2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love, Till all our best affections move; We long to hear thy gentle call, And feel that thou art all in all. 3 To conscience speak thy quickening word, Till all its sense of sin is stirred; For we would leave no stain of guile, To cloud the radiance of thy smile. 4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart, Till every fear and doubt depart; For we can find no home or rest, Till with thy Spirit’s whispers blest. 5 Speak to convince, forgive, console: Childlike we yield to thy control; These hearts, too often closed before, Would grieve thy patient love no more. 684L. M. God is here. Be still! be still! for all around, On either hand, is holy ground: Here in his house, the Lord to-day Will listen, while his people pray. 2 Thou, tossed upon the waves of care Ready to sink with deep despair, Here ask relief, with heart sincere, And thou shalt find that God is here. 3 Thou who hast laid within the grave Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Now to the mercy-seat draw near, With all thy woes, for God is here. 4 Thou who hast dear ones far away, In foreign lands, ’mid ocean’s spray, Pray for them now, and dry the tear, And trust the God who listens here. 5 Thou who art mourning o’er thy sin, Deploring guilt that reigns within, The God of peace is ever near; The troubled spirit meets him here. 685L. M. I will come in. O blest the souls, for ever blest, Where God as sovereign is confest; O happy hearts, the blessÉd homes To which the King in glory comes! 2 Fling wide thy portals, O my heart! Be thou a temple set apart; So shall thy Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin. 3 Deliverer, come! we open wide Our hearts to thee; here, Lord, abide! Let all thy glorious presence feel; Thou—King of saints! thyself reveal. 686L. M. Blessed are they that dwell in thy house. How pleasant, how divinely fair, Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 My soul would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee! 3 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion’s gate; God is their strength, and through the road, They lean upon their Helper, God. 687L. M. The living temple. O Father! with protecting care, Meet us in this, our house of prayer; Assembled in thy sacred name, Thy promised blessing here we claim. 2 But chiefest in the cleansÉd breast, For ever let thy Spirit rest, And make the contrite heart to be A temple pure and worthy thee. 688L. M. My soul longeth for the courts of the Lord. Look from on high, great God, and see Thy saints lamenting after thee: We sigh, we languish, and complain; Revive thy gracious work again. 2 To-day thy cheering grace impart, Bind up and heal the broken heart; Our sins subdue, our souls restore, And let our foes prevail no more. 3 Thy presence in thy house afford, And bless the preaching of thy word, That sinners may their danger see, And now begin to mourn for thee. 689C. M. Homage and devotion. With sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love. 2 Before the gracious throne we bow Of heaven’s almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing. 3 O Lord, while in thy house we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. 4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring. 690C. M. Lift thou the light of thy countenance, etc. Within thy house, O Lord, our God, In glory now appear; Make this a place of thine abode, And shed thy blessings here. 2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; And let thy gospel’s joyful sound, With power, reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies. 691C. M. The house of God. My soul! how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! ’Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays. 3 There, mighty God! thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. 692C. M. What shall I render. What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How happy all thy servants are, How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 4 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 5 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 693C. M. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. Come, O thou King of all thy saints, Our humble tribute own, While, with our praises and complaints, We bow before thy throne. 2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise! How should our souls on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies! 3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows! How languid our desire! How dim the sacred passion glows, Till thou the heart inspire! 4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine, And fill thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine, A heaven on earth appear. 694C. M. Again the Lord of light and life. Again the Lord of light and life Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O what a Sun which rose this day Triumphant from the tomb! 3 This day be grateful homage paid And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand different lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 695C. M. With the pure thou wilt show thyself pure. The offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice Unless the heart is there. 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude; No tribute but the vow sincere— The tribute of the good. 3 My offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by thee— If thy pure Spirit touch my breast With its own purity. 4 O, may that Spirit warm my heart To piety and love, And to life’s lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above. 696C. M. Let us go up to the house of the Lord. Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow: And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares. 5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessings from above, That we may render praise. 697C. M. Quicken us, and we will call on thy name. Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart; Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song. 2 Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise Our raptured thoughts explore. 3 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. 3 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love; Our feeble notes inspire, Till, in thy blissful courts above, We join the heavenly choir. 698C. M. Early will I seek thee. Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. 699C. M. The morrow after the Sabbath. Blest day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days: The laborer’s rest, the saint’s delight, The day of prayer and praise. 2 My Saviour’s face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise: And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days. 3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind: And they who do the Lord’s day love, A happy week shall find. 4 This day I must to God appear, For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine. 700S. M. Stand up and bless the Lord. Stand up and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 O for the living flame, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And raise to heaven our thought! 3 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 4 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth for evermore. 701S. M. Come, we that love the Lord. Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from this place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From hope and faith may grow. 5 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 6 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We’re marching o’er this hallowed ground To fairer worlds on high. 702S. M. Come, sound his praise abroad. Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his work, and not our own; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 703S. M. Blessed they that hunger. Hungry, and faint, and poor, Behold us, Lord, again Assembled at thy mercy’s door, Thy bounty to obtain. 2 Thy word invites us nigh, Or we would starve indeed; For we no money have to buy, Nor righteousness to plead. 3 The food our spirits want, Thy hand alone can give; O! hear the prayer of faith, and grant That we may eat and live! 704S. M. As I have seen thee in the sanctuary. My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail, To taste thy love divine. 2 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace. 3 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies; And on thy watchful providence, My cheerful hope relies. 4 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. 705S. M. Reunion. And are we yet alive, And see each other’s face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For his preserving grace. 2 What troubles have we seen! What conflicts have we past! Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last. 3 But out of all, the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above. 4 Then let us make our boast Of his redeeming power, Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more. 7067s. Come into his courts. To thy temple we repair; Lord, we love to worship there; There, within the vail, we meet Christ upon the mercy-seat. 2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips, inspire our tongue; Then our joyful souls shall bless Christ, the Lord, our Righteousness. 7077s. The unity of the Spirit. Father, hear our humble claim; We are met in thy great name; In the midst do thou appear, Manifest thy presence here. 2 Lord, our fellowship increase; Knit us in the bond of peace; Join our hearts, O Father! join Each to each, and all to thine. 3 Build us in one spirit up, Called in one high calling’s hope— One the spirit, one the aim, One the pure baptismal flame. 7087s. Wait on the Lord, etc. Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow: O do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee; here we stay; Lord, from hence we would not go, Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down, lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope. 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick; the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee. 7098s & 7s. Far from mortal cares retreating. Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes, and vain desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the Fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes, Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. Lord, with favor still attend us; Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our Sun, our Shield, defend us; All our hope is from above. 7108s & 7s. Love divine, all love excelling. Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling: All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art, Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, O, breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast: Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest. Take away the love of sinning, Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning, Bring us to eternal day. 3 Carry on thy new creation, Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation, Perfectly secured by thee; Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise. 7118s, 7s & 4s. The Lord is in his holy temple. God is in his holy temple, All the earth keep silence here; Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear; Holy, holy, Lord of hosts, our Lord, appear. 2 God in Christ reveals his presence, Throned upon the mercy-seat: Saints, rejoice! and sinners, tremble! Each prepare his God to meet: Lowly, lowly, Bow adoring at his feet. 3 Hail him here with songs of praises, Him with prayers of faith surround; Hearken to his glorious gospel, While the preacher’s lips expound; BlessÉd, blessÉd, They who know the joyful sound. 4 Though the heaven, and heaven of heavens, O thou Great Unsearchable! Are too mean to comprehend thee, Thou with man art pleased to dwell; Welcome, welcome, God with us, Immanuel. 7128s & 6s. At the hour of prayer. Blest is the hour when cares depart, And earthly scenes are far— When tears of woe forget to start, And gently dawns upon the heart Devotion’s holy star. 2 Blest is the place where angels bend To hear our worship rise, Where kindred hearts their musings blend, And all the soul’s affections tend Beyond the vailing skies. 3 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind Man to his work of love— Bind him to cheer the humble mind, Console the weeping, lead the blind, And guide to joys above. 4 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, Saviour divine, to thee, When they whose work is finished well, In thy own courts of rest shall dwell, Blest through eternity. 7138s, 7s & 4s. Rejoice with trembling. In thy name, O Lord, assembling, We thy people, now draw near; Teach us to rejoice with trembling; O that we this day may hear— Hear with meekness— Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee! Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, We would run, nor weary be, Till thy glory, Without clouds, in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore; Tasting of enjoyment greater Than they could conceive before; Full enjoyment— Holy bliss for evermore. 714H. M. Longing for the house of God. Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples, are! To thy abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 O, happy souls, who pray Where God appoints to hear! O, happy men, who pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion’s hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King Shall thither bring our willing feet. |
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