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L. M. 53. PIERPONT.
God to be worshipped in every Place.
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
And youth and beauty, bow the knee,
5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
Wake not this morning air ! A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.
2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast; A holy joy should welcome there
This happy day of rest.
3 Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour, the spirit fill!
O teach it all thy will!
4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest,
Hallow life's every hour, And bear us to our better rest,
Eternal, perfect, sure.
78. M. 55.
Who can tell how oft he strays?
The Lord's Day.
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
And these rejoicing eyes.
And feasts his saints to-day ;
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day amidst the place
Where God hath with us been Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
NEW YORK COL.
1 We bless Thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Lord, in this day of holy rest,
We would improve the calm repose;
3 May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
He formed the deeps unknown;
gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
And own your gracious God.
God may be worshipped in every Place.
i The heaven of heavens cannot contain
The universal Lord;
To dwell and be adored.
2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice
Of fervent praise and prayer,
The God of heaven is there.
3 His presence is diffused abroad
Thro' realms, thro' worlds unknown; Who seek the mercies of our God
Are ever near his throne.
God's Condescension to our Worship.
i Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls :
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs ;
3 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!
C. M. 61.
To those bright realms above,
Where dwells eternal love.