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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.

HYMN 131. S. M. [#]

Solemn Call to Praise.
1 COME, sound his praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,

The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown ;

gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own,

And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;

Come, bow before the Lord :
We are his work, and his alone;

He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor more provoke his rod;

Come, make his heavenly paths your choice,

And own your gracious God.
5 Thus you the joys will share,

Which from devotion rise;
And heavenly grace your souls prepare

For bliss that never dies.

HYMN 132. L. M. [#]

Joys of God's House.
1 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings

The joy that from thy presence springs :
To spend one day with thee on earth

Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place

Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,

Should tempt me to desert thy door.
3 All needful grace wilt thou bestow,
And crown
that grace

with glory too; Thy hand gives all things, and withholds

No real good from upright souls.
4 O God, my King, whose sovereign sway

The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.

HYMN 133. C. P. M. [#]

Attendance on Worship. 1 I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name,

Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaim,

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With every morning light;
And, at the close of every day,
To him my cheerful homage pay,

Who guards me through the night.
2 Then in his churches to appear,
And pay my humble worship there,

Shall be my sweet employ :
The day that saw my Saviour rise
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes

With pure and holy joy.
3 With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I'll celebrate the dying feast
Of my exalted Lord

And, while his perfect love I view,
His bright example I'll pursue,

And meditate his word.

HYMN 134. 61. L. M. [#]

Lord's Day Morning. 1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine

Demands our souls' collected powers ;
May we employ in work divine

These solemn, these devoted hours !
O may our souls adoring own

grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;

Where God resides appear no more : Omniscient God, thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore ; 0

may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our

thoughts on things divine !

3 The word of life, dispensed to-day,

Invites us to a heavenly feast ;
May every ear the call obey,

Be every heart an humble guest :
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed !


HYMN 135. C. M. [#]

Angelic Message.
1 What sudden glories did surprise

Shepherds who watched their fold !
A heavenly form salutes their eyes,

Arrayed in shining gold !
2 'Twas night, and gloomy darkness hung

Over the lands afar;
Shepherds in pensive numbers sung,

Or watched the twinkling star.
3 Deep musing on the prophecies

of glories then to come,
With glimmering hopes and longing eyes,

They of Messiah sung.
4 Behold, the tidings, which we bring

of heavenly grace,
Are of your long-expected King,

The Saviour of your race.

5 To-day is born, in Bethlehem,

The long-expected Light,
To rule the New Jerusalem,

And turn to day the night.

HYMN 136. C. M. [#]

Angel's Song. 1 SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, And send


away ;
News from the region of the skies-

The Saviour's born to-day!
2 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,

Nor royal, shining things ;
A manger for his cradle stands,

And holds the King of kings ! 3 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around

The heavenly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty sound,

And thus conclude the song 4 Glory to God who reigns above;

Let peace abound on earth; Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

At their Redeemer's birth,

HYMN 137. H. M. [#]

Christ's Birth proclaimed.
1 HARK ! what celestial notes,

What melody, we hear !
Soft on the morn it floats,

And fills the ravished ear.

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