567

L. M.

J. Q. ADAMS.

Ps. 95.

1 COME, let us sing unto the Lord,
The Rock of our salvation sing,
With joyful noise his praise record,
And thanks before his presence bring:
Great is Jehovah, great our God,
Exalted above all his throne;
The depths of earth obey his nod;

The mountain tops are all his own.

2 He made the sea; the land he made;
And both his matchless power reveal:
O, be the Lord our God obeyed;
O, come, before him let us kneel:
He is our Maker, we his flock,

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His people, by his pastures fed:
Let not your hearts be turned to rock:
O, hear his warning voice with dread.

568

7s M.

The accepted Offering.

J. TAYLOR.

1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,

By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store:
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.

569

8s & 7s M.

J. TAYLOR.

Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.

1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond 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 Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind

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Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:

Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne.

3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws;
Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.

570

L. M.

WATTS.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.

1 NATIONS, attend before his throne
With solemn fear, 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 must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

571

L. M.

Public Worship. Ps. 100.

TATE & BRADY.

1 WITH one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise ;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise,-

2 Convinced that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed -
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock which he vouchsafes to feed.

3 0, enter, then, his temple gate;

Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless.
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;

His truth, which all times firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.

572

L. M.

WATTS.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.

1 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 man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

573

L. M.

WATTS.

Longing after God. Ps. 63.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest; The glories that compose thy name

Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look,

As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook.

3 With early feet I love to appear

Among thy saints, and seek thy face; Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the power of sovereign grace. 4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.