5. C. M.

Praise to God.

1 WITH cheerful notes let all the earth
To Heav'n their voices raise;
Let all, inspir'd with sacred mirth,
Sing solemn hymns of praise.

2 God's tender mercy knows no bound;
His truth shall ne'er decay;
Then let the willing nations round
Their grateful tribute pay.

6. c. M.

Attendance on Public Worship.

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, adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To shew his milder face.

3 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest!

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

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

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7. P. M.

Going up to worship.

How pleas'd and bless'd was I
To hear the people cry,

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

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wond'rous 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.

May Peace attend thy gate,
And Joy within thee wait,

To bless the soul of ev'ry guest.

The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!

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

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

Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.

8. P. M.

Public Worship.

HERE, Lord, within thy sacred dome,
We bring no vain oblation;
The pious heart here finds its home,
And glows with adoration:
Great is the Lord, his praise be great;
We bow, we worship at his feet,
And bless his great salvation.

9. P. M.

Public Worship.

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;

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

2 Be peace by each implor'd on thee
O Salem! while with bended knee,
To Jacob's God we pray;

How blest who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labours shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

3 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Salem, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode !

How cease the zeal that in me glows,
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansion of my God!

10. P. M.

Lord's-day morning.

1 AGAIN, O Lord of life and love,
In earthly courts we meet!
O may our pray'rs ascend above,
And rise as incense sweet!
Before thy throne,

Great God! we kneel;
O may we feel

Thy pow'r alone!

2 This beauteous world, so fair and bright,
Unnumber'd charms displays;
And rising morn, and closing night,
Demand our endless praise.
In ev'ry blade
And ev'ry flow'r,

Are boundless pow'r
And skill display'd.

3 But most, of heav'n, in human kind
We see th' exalted plan;

The noblest trace of God, we find
In sinful, sinning man :

The active limb,

The frame, the soul,-
The beauteous whole
Was made by him.

4 Then let us raise the grateful song
With ev'ry morning beam,
And with our latest breath prolong
The vast, the lofty theme.
In worlds above,

On azure plains,
In nobler strains
We'll sing his love.

11. L. M.

Lord's-day morning.

1 FATHER of all! where shall we find
A temple suited to Thy praise?
To Thee, the Uncreated Mind,
What earthly altar shall we raise?

2 We'll call a multitude around,

And gladly seek the house of pray'r; There thy salvation we have found,

And still, O God! we'll seek it there. 3 From breast to breast the holy flame

Shall kindle round the sacred place;
At once we'll hymn our Father's name;
At once we'll seek our Father's face.

4 Here, heav'nly Father! condescend
To meet us with peculiar love;
And, when the hymns of earth shall end,
We'll join in nobler hymns above.