2 There the great Monarch of the skies 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wond'rous love, 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, 5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, When shall I tread thy courts, and see God? 8. Isaac Watts, 1719. PSALM 95. C. M. 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name, 2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, 3 Come, and with humble souls adore, 4 Now is the time: he bends his ear, 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 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, 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 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 4 All needful grace will God bestow, Isaac Watts, 1719. 11. L. M. 1 LORD, in the temples of thy grace 2 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry, 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, 2 Watch o'er my lips and guard them, Lord, 13. 1 PSALM 122. Isaac Watts, 1719. How pleased and blest was I S. P. M. Come, let us seek our God to-day!" 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; To pray, and praise, and hear There David's greater Son He sits for grace and judgment there; He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, 5 My tongue repeats her vows, For here my friends and kindred dwell; 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, 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The Son of David holds his throne, 4 He hears our praises and complaints; 5 Peace be within this sacred place, 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, 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, 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round, 3 Infinite power and boundless grace You, that have e'er beheld his face, 4 When in his earthly courts we view 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; |