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3 My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by thee;

If thy pure spirit touch my breast
With its own purity.

4 0, may that spirit warm my heart
To piety and love,

And to life's lowly vale impart

Some rays from heaven above.

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Humble Worship.

1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel
Filled with awe and holy fear,

Teach us, O our God, to feel

All thy sacred presence near.

BOWRING.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought, is less than nought;
Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we

In this vale of darkness dwell;
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 O, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and holy One!

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Envocation.

PIERPONT.

1 0, Bow thine ear, eternal One;
On thee our heart adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Bend low within these sacred walls.

2 Here let thy holy days be kept,

And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,-
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.

4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,

On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave.

5 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,

On others may devotion's flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn.

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Emploring the Compassion of God.

1 O GOD, whose dread and dazzling brow
Love never yet forsook,

On those who seek thy presence now,
In deep compassion look ;-

2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.

3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear,
And kind to all that live,

Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear,
Art ready to forgive.

4 Lord, aid us with thy heavenly grace
Our truest bliss to find,

Nor sternly judge our erring race,
So feeble and so blind.

The Seed of the Word.

1 O God, by whom the seed is given,

By whom the harvest blest;

Whose word, like manna showered from heaven,
Is planted in our breast;

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2 Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air;
The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And weeds of worldly care.

3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn,
Do thou thy grace supply;

The hope in earthly furrows sown

Shall ripen in the sky.

1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored :
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!

2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.

3 There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;

That through heaven's capacious round
Praise to thee may ever sound.

4 Lord, thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Be thy glorious name adored.

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Praise from all Nations.

1 Tíỵ name, Almighty Lord,

WATTS.

Shall sound through distant lands ;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth forever stands.

2 Far be thine honors spread,
And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade

Shall be exchanged no more.

1 LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love:
Still support us

While in duty's path we move.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;

May thy presence

With us evermore be found!