2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the spirit's struggling beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden;
Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you 're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
4 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.
1 PART in peace! is day before us?
Praise his name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless his care who guards the night..
2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,
Tranquil memory to the dead.
3 Part in peace! such are the praises
God our Maker loveth best;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.
1 0 THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!
2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper 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.
Thanksgiving and Praise in the Sanctuary.
1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth;
O, serve him with gladness and fear;
Exult in his presence with music and mirth;
With love and devotion draw near.
2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,
Creator and ruler o'er all;
And we are his people; his sceptre we own;
His sheep, and we follow his call.
3 0, enter his gates with thanksgiving and song; Your vows in his temple proclaim;
His praise in melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.
4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.
1 IN thy courts let peace be found,
Be thy temple full of love;
Here we tread on holy ground,
All serene, around, above.
2 While the knee in prayer is bent,
While with praise the heart o'erflows,
Tranquillize the turbulent!
Give the weary one repose!
3 Be the place for worship meet,
Meet the worship for the place;
Contemplation's best retreat,
Shrine of guilelessness and grace!
4 As an infant knows its home,
Lord! may we thy temples know;
Hither for instruction come,
Hence by thee instructed go.
1 FATHER, in thy mysterious presence kneeling,
Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love;
For we are weak, and need some deep revealing
Of trust and strength, and calmness from above.
2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt and
And thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow, Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
3 In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy
Abides; and when pain seems to have her will,
Or we despair, O, may that peace rise slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still!
4 Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kneeling,
Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love;
Now make us strong, we need thy deep revealing
Of trust, and strength, and calmness, from above.
1 WHERE ancient forests widely spread,
Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall,
On the lone mountain's silent head,
There are thy temples, God of all!
2 The tombs thine altars are; for there,
When earthly loves and hopes have fled,
To thee ascends the spirit's prayer,
Thou God of the immortal dead!
3 All space is holy, for all space
Is filled by thee; — but human thought
Burns clearer in some chosen place,
Where thine own words of love are taught.
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