2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.

3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.

L. M.

35.

"It is good to be here."

1 UNTO thy temple, God of love!

GASKELL.

Once more we come, with willing feet,
To raise our thoughts this world above,
And thy paternal blessing meet.

2 May all thy purest presence feel,
And silent keep each vain desire;
With humble hearts before thee kneel,
And unto holier strength aspire.

3 May all be bound in bonds more true
To thee, who art our life and light,
That, through each path which we pursue,
We still may keep thy love in sight.

4 And may we, when the day shall close,
Review its course without a fear;
And, nearer heaven than when it rose,
Feel it is good to have been here.

1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand:

He showed the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand.

4 Come! and with humble souls adore,
Come! kneel before his face:
O may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!

H. M.

37.

Doddridge.

1

Gentiles brought into the Temple.

GREAT Father of mankind!

We bless that wondrous grace
Which could for Gentiles find ·
Within thy courts a place.

How kind the care For us to raise
Our God displays, A house of prayer!

2 Though once estranged far,

We now approach the throne;

3

For Jesus brings us near

And makes our cause his own.

Strangers no more,

To thee we come,

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,

Thy covenant-grace

Our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.

4 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.

L. M.

38.

NORTON.

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.

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.

C. M.

39.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

MRS. BARBAUld, alt.

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.

C. M.

40.

CARLISLE.

"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.

10s. M.

41. DR. JOHNSOn, fr. Boethius.

Imploring Divine Light.

iO 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.

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.