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Joyful sounds from Herds and Flocks,
Echo back, ye Caves and Rocks!

5 Kings! your Sovereign serve with awe;
Judges! own His righteous law;
Princes! worship Him with fear;
Bow the knee, all People! here.

6 High above all height His throne,
Excellent His name alone;

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1 THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy hallowed dome,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the sacred floor.

2 With joy shall I behold the day,
That calls my thirsting soul away,-
To dwell among the blest!

For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes,
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise:
E'en now, with glad survey,

L. C M.

I view her mansions, that contain
The angel forms, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.

4 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo, the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;


Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

“The Lord is in His Holy Temple." 8s, 7s & 4.

1 GOD is in his holy temple,

All the earth keep silence here; Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear; Holy, holy,

Lord of Hosts, our LORD, appear.

2 GOD in CHRIST reveals his


Throned upon the Mercy-seat: Saints, rejoice! and sinners, tremble! Each prepare his GOD to meet: Lowly, lowly,

Bow adoring at his feet.

3 Hail him here with songs of praises, Him with prayers of faith surround; Hearken to his glorious gospel,

While the preacher's lips expound;
Blessed, blessed,

They who know the joyful sound.

4 Though the heaven, and heaven of heavens,
O Thou Great Unsearchable!

Are too mean to comprehend thee,
Thou with man art pleased to dwell;
Welcome, welcome,

GOD with us, Immanuel.



The Eighty-fourth Psalm.

1 PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
King of glory, God of grace!

2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest,
In their Heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,

They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls their praises flow, Ever in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length;
At thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

4 Lord, be mine this prize to win,
Guide me through this world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace,
Give me at thy side a place;
Sun and Shield alike thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee,


Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.


And GOD the FATHER, ever one:
Shed forth thy grace within our breast,
And dwell with us, a ready guest.

2 By every pow'r, by heart and tongue,
By act and deed, thy praise be sung;
Inflame with perfect love each sense,
That others' souls may kindle thence.

L. M.

3 O FATHER, that we ask be done


Through JESUS CHRIST, thine only Son:
Who, with the HOLY GHOST and thee,
Shall live and reign eternally.

The Sacrifice of Praise.

1 WITH joy we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before thy throne we bow,
O thou almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

3 While in thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;


Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

God's Glorious Presence.

1 THOU God of power, thou God of love,

Whose glory fills the realms above,
Whose praise archangels sing,

S. M.

L. C. M.

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