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; He 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,
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
The 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; O 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 To you 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.
1 SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, And send your fears 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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