14 O God! our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.
1 LORD! when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear thou in heaven,thy dwelling-place, 17
And, when thou hearest, O forgive!
2 Hear when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed Gospel of thy Son,
Still, by the power of his great name,
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
3 But will indeed Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest?
Here will the world's Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest?
4 That glory never hence depart!
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.
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How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.
1 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;
All needful grace he will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too.
"Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth."
WHILE thus thy throne of grace weseek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.
Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that thou art all in all.
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.
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.
1 How sweet upon this sacred day,
The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven!
2 How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven!
With filial love and trust to say,
"Father, who art in heaven!"
3 How sweet the words of peace to hear,
From him to whom 'tis given
To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven!
4 And if, to make our sins depart,
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.
The Day of Prayer and Rest.
4 Then shall the day indeed be blest, And send its hallowing power,
Its sacred calm and inward rest,
Through many a busy hour.
1 EARTH'S busy sounds and ceaseless din 1 UNITE, my rising thoughts, unite
Wake not this morning air!
A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.
2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast!
A holy joy shall welcome there
This happy day of rest.
3 Each better thought the spirit knows, This hour, the spirit fill!
And thou, from whom its being flows, O, teach it all thy will!
In silence soft and sweet;
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sov'reign's feet.
2 Jehovah's gentle voice is heard,
And gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.
By all its joys, I charge my heart,
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine, To give its follies o'er.
3 He who thus, with heart unstained,
Treads the path by thee ordained,
He shall towards thy chosen seat
Turn, O Lord, his favored feet;
He thy ceaseless care shall prove,
He shall share thy constant love.
1 Now the stars are lit in heaven;
We must light our lamps on earth;
Every star a signal giveu
From the God of our new birth:
Every lamp an answer faint,
Like the prayer of mortal saint.
2 Mark the hour and turn this way,
Sons of Israel, far and near!
Wearied with the world's dim day,
Turn to Him whose eyes are here,
Open, watching day and night,
Beaming purest, holiest light.
3 There is One will bless your toil,He who comes in heaven's attire, Morn by morn, with holy oil;
Eve by eve, with holy fire!
Pray! your prayer will be allowed,
Mingling with his incense cloud.
The birds on branches sing Thy tenderness and love; Wide flush the hills; the air is balm : Devotion's calm our bosom fills.
3 Then come, in robes of light,
The summer's flaming days,
The sun, thine image bright,
Thy majesty displays;
And oft thy voice in thunder rolls:
But still our souls in thee rejoice.
4 In autumn, a rich feast
Thy common bounty gives To man and bird and beast,
And every thing that lives. Thy liberal care, at morn and noon And harvest moon, our lips declare.
5 In winter, awful thou,
With storms around thee cast:
The leafless forests bow
Beneath thy northern blast.
While tempests lower, to thee, dread King, We homage bring, and own thy power.
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