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3 O enter then his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press ;
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good,
is for ever sure ;
16. Sincere Worship. (S. M.)
How wond'rous is thy name!
Through the creation's frame ! 2 Nature, in every dress,
Her humble homage pays,
Thine undissembled praise.
To her Creator too;
And pay the worship due.
soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true,
Until 'tis form'd again.
The remnant of my days,
In sweet perfumes of praise.
17. At the Opening of Worship. (P. M.)
ORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
In compassion now descend;
Tune our lips to sing thy praise !
Let the time of joy return;
Make them strong in faith and hope.
Glory to God. (L. M.)
God, whose glory fills the sky;
* To be sung with, or without the Hallelujali,
2 God his soy'reign sway maintains;
King o'er all the earth he reigns :
He does every want supply.
Praise him with the host divine;
Their all-gracious God is ours. 4 Happy who his laws obey !
Them he rules with milder sway;
Shall in heaven surround his throne. 5 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him, let all our hearts adore :
Glory be to God on high.”
19. For the Divine Presence. (C. M.)
Psalm 140. 13. 1 YOME, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our feeble strains attend,
Low at thy feet we bend. 2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
Mount upwards to the skies!
In us the heav'nly flame;
Our hearts adore thy name.
4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwelling here,
A heaven on earth appear. 20.
Praise to God. (P. M.)
Sing with a cheerful voice;
And in his name rejoice;
Your praises shall unite.
Shall join th' angelic lays ;
To God our Saviour's praise:
for us the Lamb was slain,
the Lord. Amen.
O Lord, thy sacred courts appear!
3 Happy the men, whom strength divine,
With ardent love, and zeal inspires ;
With willing hearts, and warm desires. 4 One day within thy sacred gate,
Affords more real joy to me,
The meanest place is bliss with thee. 5 God is a sun; our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows:
To guard us from surrounding foes.
Profusely down, on souls sincere;
The happy fav'rites of his care.
How blest, divinely blest is he,
22. The Pleasures of Divine Worship. (L.M.)
To Thee, my surest refuge, fly:
Thy truth afford its cheering ray! 2 Conduct me to thy hallow'd seat,
Where wisdom, truth, and mercy meet;