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God to be worshipped in every Place.
1 0 Thou, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!

2 Not now on Zion's height alone

Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son

Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,

And youth and beauty, bow the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.

5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

C. M.

The Hour of Prayer.
i Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din

Wake not this morning air ! A holy calm should welcome in

This solemn hour of prayer.

2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,

And hushed within the breast; A holy joy should welcome there

This happy day of rest.

3 Each better thought the spirit knows,

This hour, the spirit fill!
And Thou, from whom its being flows,

O teach it all thy will!

4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest,

Hallow life's every hour, And bear us to our better rest,

Eternal, perfect, sure.


78. M. 55.

Seeking a Clean Heart. Psalm 19.
1 Blest Instructor, from thy ways

Who can tell how oft he strays?
Purge me from the guilt that lies
Wrapped within my heart's disguise.
Let my tongue, from error free,
Speak the words approved by thee;
To thy all-observing eyes
Let my thoughts accepted rise.
While I thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear;
God, my strength, propitious hear.



S. M.



The Lord's Day.


Welcome, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes.
The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day ;
Here we may sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.



One day amidst the place

Where God hath with us been Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of pleasurable sin.


My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
And sit, and sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

L. M.



Sabbath Day.

1 We bless Thee for this sacred day,

Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away,

And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 2 Lord, in this day of holy rest,

We would improve the calm repose;
And, in thy service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.

3 May prayer now lift her sacred wings,

Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.

S. M.

Call to Worship. Psalm 95.
1 Come, sound his praise abroad,

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

The universal King.


He formed the deeps unknown;

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

And all the solid ground.


Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works, and not our own,

He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,

And own your gracious God.

C. M.



God may be worshipped in every Place.

i The heaven of heavens cannot contain

The universal Lord;
Yet he in humble hearts will deign

To dwell and be adored.

2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice

Of fervent praise and prayer,
Or on the earth, or in the skies,

The God of heaven is there.

3 His presence is diffused abroad

Thro' realms, thro' worlds unknown; Who seek the mercies of our God

Are ever near his throne.

L. M.



God's Condescension to our Worship.

i Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls :

Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles
To tempt thy chariot downward thus ?

2 Still might he fill his starry throne,

And please his ears with Gabriel's songs ;
But heavenly majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.

3 Great God! what poor returns we pay

For love so infinite as thine!
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

C. M. 61.

Homage and Devotion.
1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,

Where dwells eternal love.

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