2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place,

While Christ reveals his wond'rous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will;

And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my

God?

8.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 95.

C. M.

1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace !

4 Now is the time: he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;

Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear 'Ye shall not see my rest.'

Isaac Watts, 1719

9.

PSALM 95.

L. M.

1 COME, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sovereign King; rehearse
His honors in exalted verse.

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with his word;
He is our shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The counsels of his love obey;

Nor let our hardened hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates; Believe, and take the promised rest; Obey, and be for ever blest.

10.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 84.

L. M.

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
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

11.

L. M.

1 LORD, in the temples of thy grace
Thy saints behold thy smiling face;
And oft have seen thy glory shine,
With power and majesty divine.

2 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry,
Our graces droop, our comforts die;
Return, and let thy glories rise
Again to our admiring eyes:

3 Till, filled with light, and joy, and love, Thy courts below, like those above, Triumphant hallelujahs raise,

And heaven and earth resound thy praise.

12.

PSALM 141.

Anne Steele, 1760.

L. M.

1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.
3 Oh may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

13.

1

PSALM 122.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,

S. P. M.

Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

2

3

Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear

To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

There David's greater Son
Has fixed his royal throne,

He sits for grace and judgment there;
He bids the saints be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 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,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

5 My tongue repeats her vows,
"Peace to this sacred house!"

For here my friends and kindred dwell;
And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,

My soul shall ever love thee well.

14.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 122.

C. M.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,

.

"In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day."

2 I love her gates, I love the road;

The Church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

15.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

C. M.

1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known;

The sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before his throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round,
How bright those glories shine.

3 Infinite power and boundless grace
In him unite their rays:

You, that have e'er beheld his face,
Can you forbear his praise?

4 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,

We long to love as angels do,

And wish like them to sing.

5 And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise;