For Jesus brings us near And makes our cause his own.
Strangers no more,
And find our home,
And rest secure.
To thee ourselves we join, And love thy sacred name; No more our own, but thine, We triumph in the claim.
Our Father-King,
Our souls embrace,
Thy covenant-grace Thy titles sing.
May all the nations throng To worship in thy house; And thou attend the song, And smile upon their Vows;
Indulgent still,
Till earth conspire
To join the choir On Zion's hill.
God's Temples everywhere.
1 WHERE ancient forests widely spread, Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall; On the lone mountain's silent head, There are thy temples, God of all!
2 All space is holy, for all space
Is filled by thee;- but human thought Burns clearer in some chosen place,
Where thine own words of love are taught.
3 Here be they taught; and may we know That faith thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears, through weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold.
4 Nor we alone; may those whose brow Shows yet no trace of human cares Hereafter stand where we do now, And raise to thee still holier prayers.
1 O FATHER! though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way, No fear nor doubt shall enter here, All shall be thine to-day.
2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine.
3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn.
4 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate this day, The Sabbath of the soul.
"Lord, teach us to pray."
1 LORD! when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And shun what we deplore.
2 When our responsive tongues essay Their grateful songs to raise, Grant that our souls may join the lay, And rise to thee in praise.
3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosoms share, Which is not wholly thine.
4 Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies;
And teach our hearts 't is goodness still That grants it or denies.
41. DR. JOHNSON, FR. BOETHIUS.
1 O THOU whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides! On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!
2 'T is thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God! we spring, to thee we tend, Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
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 my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our Sun, he makes our day; God is our Shield, he guards our way; All needful grace he will bestow, And crown that grace with glory too.
O God! our king, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, Thy willing servants may we be, For blest are they who trust in thee.
1 COME, my soul! thy suit prepare; God delights to answer prayer: Thou art coming to thy King; Large petitions with thee bring.
2 Lord, I come to thee for rest; Take possession of my breast; There thy sacred right maintain, And without a rival reign.
3 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; Be my guard, my guide, and friend, To my earthly journey's end.
1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, O our God! to feel All thy sacred presence near.
2 Check each proud and wandering thought When on thy great name we call; Man is naught, is less than naught: Thou, our God, art all in all.
3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we In this vale of darkness dwell; Yet presume to look to thee, 'Midst thy light ineffable.
4 O receive the praise that dares Seek thy heaven-exalted throne; Bless our offerings, hear our prayers, Infinite and Holy One!
The Peace and Comfort of Worship.
1 AWAY from every mortal care,
From this world's worthless joys afar,- Away from earth our souls retreat, And wait and worship near thy feet.
2 Within the temple of thy grace We bow before our Father's face; Thy grace and glory we adore, And learn the wonders of thy power.
Here, when our spirit faints and dies, And conscience smarts with inward stings, The Sun of righteousness shall rise, With healing beams beneath his wings.
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