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.
4 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,
1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word.
2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest.
3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.
4 Blest hour! for where the Lord resorts Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven.
Subjection to the Father of our Spirits.
1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought! Be all beneath thyself forgot,
Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne.
2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey Of thee some faint, reflected ray, They, wondering, to their Father rise: His power how vast! his thoughts how wise!
3 O may we live before thy face, The willing subjects of thy grace, And through each path of duty move With filial awe and filial love!
1 OUR Father, throned above the sky! To thee our empty hands we spread; Thy children at thy footstool lie, And ask thy blessings on their head.
2 With cheerful hope and filial fear, In that august and precious name, By thee ordained, we now draw near, And would the promised blessing claim.
3 Doth not an earthly parent hear The cravings of his famished son? Will he reject the filial prayer,
Or mock him with a cake of stone?
4 Our Heavenly Father, how much more Will thy divine compassion rise, And open thine unbounded store To satisfy thy children's cries!
5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press For gracious audience to thy seat, Still hoping, waiting, for success, If persevering to entreat.
6 For Jesus, in his faithful word,
The patient supplicant hath blessed; And all thy saints, with one accord, The prevalence of prayer attest.
God to be worshipped in every Place.
1 O 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.
1 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.
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.
2 Let my tongue, from error free, Speak the words approved by thee; To thy all-observing eyes Let my thoughts accepted rise.
3 While I thus thy name adore, And thy healing grace implore, Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear; God, my strength, propitious hear.
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