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Stand up, and bless the Lord ;
The Lord your God adore;
Henceforth for evermore.
C. M. 22. BRYANT.
Invoking Compassion. 1 O God! whose dread and dazzling brow
Love never yet forsook,
In deep compassion look;
Is in thy holy sight, · And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right. 3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear,
And kind to all that live, Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear,
Art ready to forgive.
Our truest bliss to find ;
So feeble and so blind.
Sweet day of sacred rest,
Lord, make these moments blest;
Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
While saints address thy face;
And learn to know Thy quickening word, And fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove!
With all thy quickening powers ;
And bless these sacred hours :
Enjoyed in vain.
The Place of Prayer.
i If, in a temple made with hands,
God speaketh still his high commands,
That I may learn my duty there. 2 If, in the ailments of the soul,
There be a power that makes it whole,
Lest the neglected spirit die. 3 If there be still a sacrifice,
That may to God with favor rise,
Ere from this temple I depart.
The word of life hath soothing power,
5 Where God would have the offering made,
There be the willing tribute paid,
8 & 7s. M.
Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.
1 Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires. From the Fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes ; Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation ?
Every pure and humble mind; Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined : Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws, Lord! with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love ; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us; All our hope is from above.
8 & 75. M. 26.
WESLEY'S COL For the Spirit of Love. i Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown. Father! thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast; Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promised rest.
Let us all thy life receive;
The House of God.
i Lo, God is here! let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face:
Let all within us seek his grace.
United choirs of angels sing:
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill :
L. M. 28.
PIERPONT. For a Blessing on the House of Prayer. 1 0, bow thine ear, Eternal One!
On thee our heart adoring calls;
2 Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given, Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
Rise on the still and holy air.
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
On wings of light o'er Jordan's wave. 5 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
Hear the praises of our race,