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While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing,
O'er all the earth he reigns.
EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.
Here, mighty God, thy works declare
The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy here,
And sing thy praises still.
GOD in his earthly temples lays
Foundations for his heavenly praise;
He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But still in Zion loves to dwell.
His mercy visits every house
That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay
Where churches meet to praise and pray.
18. L. M.
O SOURCE of uncreated light,
By whom the worlds were raised from night,
Come visit every pious mind,
Come pour thy joys on human kind.
Plenteous in grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy matchless energy;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
19. c. M.
BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound:
Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.
The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
20. C. M. WATTS.
SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.
Behold he comes, he comes to bless
The nations from their God;
To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.
21. P. M. J. TAYLOR. BLESSED sabbath of our Lord, Sweet return of public praise! Still we live to hear his word, Grateful for his solemn days. Let the world in darkness frown, And our mortal comforts fail, From the glories of his throne Light shall cheer the gloomy vale. Great object of our faith, to thee we bow, And in thy church record the solemn vow.
UNFOLD the hallow'd temple's doors,
The sacred rites begin!
Zion, the tribes shall crowd thy floors,
And shun the tents of sin.
Great God of Judah! let our prayer
Like fragrant incense rise:
From heaven's high throne O bow thine ear,
And bless us from the skies.
23. L. M. J. TAYLOR.
SUPREME o'er all Jehovah reigns,
All space his temple and his throne:
Yet where his people meet to pray,
He calls that humble church his own.
O let us, with each power we boast,
Bend at his feet with awe profound;
Put off whate'er deforms or stains,
And think we tread on holy ground.
24. P. M. J. TAYLOR.
AT the portals of thy house,
Lord, we leave our mortal cares :
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise, and fervent prayers.
Pure and contrite hearts alone
Find acceptance at thy throne.
Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heavenly way;
To their feet thy light afford.
Let the world united join
In our harmony divine.
25. c. M.
PRAISE in thy churches waits for thee There shall our vows be paid :
Thou, Lord, wilt hear when sinners pray; All flesh shall seek thine aid.
Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose,
To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To taste thy heavenly grace.
26. P. M.
PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above
And keeps his courts below:
Praise the holy God of love,
And all his greatness show.
Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power;
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore.