H. M.

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Blessedness of Public Worship.

1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are!

To thine abode

WATTS.

Gentiles brought into the Temple.

1 GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace

Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place.

How kind the care
Our God displays, for us to raise
A house of prayer!

2 Though once estrangéd far,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own.
Strangers no more,

To thee we come, and find our home,
And rest secure.

3 To thee ourselves we join,
And love thy sacred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy claim.
Our Father-King,

Thy covenant-grace our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.

4 May all the nations throng,
To worship in thy house,

And thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows!
Indulgent still,

Till earth conspire to join the choir
On Zion's hill.

Nor blush to bear his name;

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith; Our lips his praise proclaim.

1 O GOD, we praise thee, and confess That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry,-

1 GOD of our fathers, by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.

IN thy courts let peace be found,
Be thy temple full of love;
There we tread on holy ground,
All serene, around, above.

2 While the knee in prayer is bent, While with praise the heart o'erflows, Tranquilize the turbulent!

Give the weary one repose!

3 Be the place for worship meet,

Meet the worship for the place;
Contemplation's best retreat,
Shrine of guilelessness and grace!
4 As an infant knows its home,

Lord, may we thy temples know;
Thither for instruction come-
Thence by thee instructed go.

Eternal Light.

1 SLOWLY, by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world, Falls the darkness; oh, how still Is the working of his will!

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Mighty Spirit, ever nigh,
Work in me as silently;

Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.
3 Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought;
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper fires.
4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right,
Let them break upon my sight;
Let them shine serene and still,
And with light my being fill.

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Sabbath Evening.

1 ERE another Sabbath's close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to thee;
At thy feet we bow the knee.
2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven.
3 Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May thy love our footsteps lead!
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with thee at last!

Truth and Love.

1 O GOD, whose presence glows in all, Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. 2 That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received,

Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour,

To keep us meek, and make us free, And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side —

Send in its calm upon the breast;
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.

Universal Worship.

10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue;

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Not now on Zion's height alone

Thy favored worshipper may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary, by the patriarch's well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent pray'rThe incense of the heart-may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength and beauty bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee. 5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet-bards was strung, To thee, at last, in every clime Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

Subjection to our Father. 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought, Be all beneath thyself forgot: Whilst thee, great Parent-mind,we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne. Whilst in themselves our souls survey Of thee some faint reflected ray, They, wondering, to their Father rise: His power how vast! his tho'ts how wise!