2 Nothing but truth before thy throne
With honor can appear;
The formal hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground;
Thou wilt abhor the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.
4 O search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere ;
Then may I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
Divine Light and Guidance implored.
10 SOURCE of uncreated light!
By whom the worlds were raised from night,
Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy matchless energy:
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
3 Cleanse and refine our earthly parts,
Inflame and sanctify our hearts,
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul.
4 Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire!
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Make us eternal truths receive,
Aid us to live as we believe.
5 Chase from our path each noxious foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet from wisdom stray,
Be thou the guardian of our way.
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Humble Adoration.
1 HEAVENLY Father! Sovereign Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored!
Lord, thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2 Though unworthy, let thine ear
Now our humble homage hear,
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 While on earth ordained to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Till we come to reign with thee,
And thy glorious greatness see.
4 Then with angel-harps again
We will wake a nobler strain,
There in joyful songs of praise,
Our triumphant voices raise.
5 There no tongue shall silent be,
All shall join in harmony;
That through heaven's all-spacious round,
Praise to thee may ceaseless sound.
1 THIS is the day the Lord of life
Ascended to the skies!
My thoughts, pursue the lofty theme,
And to the heavens arise.
2 Let no vain cares divert my mind
From this celestial road;
Nor all the honours of the earth
Detain my soul from God.
3 Think of the splendors of that place,
The joys that are on high;
Nor meanly rest contented here,
With worlds beneath the sky.
4 Heaven is the birth-place of the saints;
Thither at length they tend ;
Th' Almighty owns his favorite race,
Their Father and their Friend.
5 O may these tender titles prove
My comfort and defence,
When the sick couch shall be my lot,
And death shall call me hence.
Worship of the God of Holiness. Ps. v.
1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Then to thine house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight,
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 But they who love and fear thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor, as a shield.
5 O may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
Hymn for the Lord's day. Ps. cxviii.
1 WE hail the glorious day,
With thankful heart and voice,
Which chased each painful doubt away,
And bade the church rejoice.
2 The work, O LORD, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day proclaims it all divine-
This day did Jesus rise.
3 Since he hath left the grave,
His promises are true;
And each exalted hope he gave,
Confirmed of GOD we view.
4 O come the happy hour
When all the earth shall own
Thy Son, O GOD! declared with power,
And worship at thy throne.
5 That we possess thy word,
Which all this grace displays,
Accept, thou Father of our Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.
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The Lord's day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun, which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Was crucified and slain;
Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!
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