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For a Blessing on Worship.
For evermore draw nigh;
And mark each suppliant sigh :
Thy blessings poui.
The grace which we implore;
grace, once given,
To endless rest When all the blest Are called away.
Song of Adoration.
1 Let one loud song of praise arise
To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows, Who dwells enthroned above the skies, And life and breath on all bestows.
2 Let all of good this bosom fires
To him, sole good, give praises due;
3 In ardent adoration joined,
Obedient to thy holy will,
4 O may the solemn breathing sound
Like incense rise before thy throne,
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Welcome is this holy day;
Shows a week has passed away.
Soon the longest life departs; Nothing human is abiding
Save the love of humble hearts.
2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Like the startled dove they fly,
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer we raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never from thy fear depart;
And the world is sunk in shade, Heaven's bright realm will rise before us;
There our treasure will be laid.
The Sacrifice of the Heart.
1 When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker, God,
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise ?
The costly pomp of sacrifice ?
Thy golden offerings well may spare :
Approach thy temple gate;
Or in thy courts to wait.
To all so freely given,
And lift our souls to heaven.
Nor let our footsteps slide:
And be our guard and guide. 4 No more to evil let us yield,
But, strengthened frorn above,
Be kept and covered with the shield
Of thy almighty love.
The House of God.
i Be still! be still! for all around,
On either hand, is holy ground:
Will listen, while his people pray.
Ready to sink with deep despair,
And thou shalt find that God is here. 3 Thou who hast laid within the grave
Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Believe their spirits now are near,
For angels wait while God is here.
In foreign lands, ʼmid ocean's spray,
And trust the God who listens here.
Deploring guilt that reigns within,
is ever near; The troubled spirit meets him here.
Pure Worship. 1 The offerings to Thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice
Unless the heart is there,
2 Upon thine all discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude ;
The tribute of the good.
If sanctified by thee;
With its own purity.
To piety and love,
from heaven above.
1 STAND up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
And laud and magnify ?
From his own altar brought,
And raise to heaven our thought!
Our hymns he deigns to hear;
The spirit feels him near.