We would with cheerful zeal,
Haste to thine holy hill,

And there our vows and homage pay.
2 Thrice happy is the place,
Where God unveils his face,-
The purest pleasures there are found:
His servants there appear

To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
Unnumbered blessings on him rest!
4 My soul shall pray again,-
Peace with this house remain,
For here my friends and brethren dwell;
And since my Father here

Draws to his children near, My soul shall ever love thee well.

4. C. M.

Invitation to Worship and Ordinances. Jer. 1. 5.
1 ENQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way
That leads to Zion's hill;
And thither set your steadfast face,
With a determined will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,
Your pious march to join,

And spread the sentiments you feel,
Of faith and love divine.

3 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there;

Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour our fervent prayer.
4 Come, let us join our souls to God,
In everlasting bands:

And seize the blessings he bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.
5 Come, let us seal without delay,
The covenant of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory efface.

6 Thus may our rising offspring haste
To seek their fathers' God;
Nor e'er forsake the happy path,
Their youthful feet have trod.

Praise to the Creator. Ps. c. 1. 3-5.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign word, which all things made,
Gave life to 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 nobler, and our meaner frame :
What lasting honours can 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 thy throne, thy truth will stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 6. L. M.

Invocation to Worship. Ps. c.

1 LET all thy realms, O earth! rejoice Before the Lord, their sovereign King! Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, And his unrivalled glories sing.

2 Assured that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed;
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed.
3 O 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, and he alone is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;

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

The Christian Sabbath. .

1 AGAIN our weekly labours end,
Whilst we religion's call attend;
Return, my soul; enjoy thy rest,
Improve the hour that God has blest.
2 This day may our devotions rise,
To heaven a grateful sacrifice;
May heaven that peace divine bestow,
Which none but they who feel it, know!

3 In sacred duties, let the day,
In sacred pleasures, pass away:
How sweet this day of rest to spend
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!
4 This holy calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of endless rest,
Which for the sons of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 O may we share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined the heart,
And doubts and fears no more remain,
To break our inward peace again.

6 Then shall we see, and hear, and know,
All we desired, or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

8. C. M.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

1 O FATHER, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way;

Nor fear, nor doubt, shall enter here,-
All shall be thine to-day.

2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine;

But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple thine.

3 Then sleep, to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

4 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;

Ye shall not violate this day,
The sabbath of the soul.

5 Sleep, sleep, for ever, guilty thoughts,
Let fires of vengeance die;

And purged from sin, may we behold
A God of purity!

The Sacrifice of the Heart.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's name abroad?
2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! creation's lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
4 O grant us in this solemn hour,

From earth and sin's allurements free,
To feel thy love, to own thy power,
And raise each raptured thought to thee.

The acceptable Offering. Micah, vi. 6—8. 1 WHEREWITH shall we approach thee, Lord! And bow before thy throne?

Or how procure thy kind regard,
And for our guilt atone?

2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?