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Gentiles brought into the Temple.
71 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 estranged 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 Here in thy house we feast

On dainties all divine;

And while such sweets we taste,
With joy our faces shine;

Incense shall rise
From flames of love,
And God approve
The sacrifice.

5 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.

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Pleasure and Advantage of divine Worship. Ps. 84.
1 HAPPY the men, whom strength divine
With ardent love and zeal inspires!
Whose steps to thy blest way incline,
With willing hearts and warm desires.

2 Still they pursue the painful road;
Increasing strength surmounts their fear;
Till all at length, before their God,
In Zion's glorious courts appear.

3. God is a sun; our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows;
God is a shield, through all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.

4 He pours his kindest blessings down,
Profusely down, on souls sincere;
And grace shall guide, and glory crown
The happy fav'rites of his care.

5 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace!
How blest, divinely blest, is he,

Who trusts thy love and seeks thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on thee.

8. L. M.


The Pleasure of public Worship.

Ps. 84.

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.

2 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there..

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Longing for the House of God. Ps. 84.
1 Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.

2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints,
With equal zeal
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.

3 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they

That love the way

To Zion's hill!

4 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!

5 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls:
Thrice happy he,
O God of Hosts,
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in thee!


C. M.

God present in his Churches.


Ps. 84.

1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

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

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

4 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.

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