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2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King:
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay:
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.
4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.
The Morning of a Lord's Day. Psalm 63.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our Eternal King;
"Thrice holy Lord!" the angels cry;
"Thrice holy!" let us sing.
2 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.
3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach : A contrite heart will please him more Than the best forms of speech.
4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;
The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.
1 How sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven!
2 How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven!
With filial confidence to say,
"Father, who art in heaven!"
3 How sweet the words of peace to hear
From him to whom 't is given
To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven!
4 And if to make our sins depart
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.
5 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,
The best of all the seven,
When hearts unite their vows to pay
Of gratitude to Heaven!
Public Worship. Psalm 95.
1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.
4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
'Tis moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.
5 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly, all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
The Pleasure of Public Worship. Psalm 84.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the 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 who 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 strengta,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join the nobler worship there.
A Psalm for the Lord's Day. Psalm 92.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep his counsels, how divine!
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or hoped below,
And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.
The Divine Glories celebrated.
1 GLORY be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of heaven.