May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
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 nought-is less than nought.
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!
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.
2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay;
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Čonducts to endless day.
4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.
Going to Church. Ps. 122.
1 0 'Twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day.'
2 At Salem's courts we must appear
With our assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged
Like her united towers.
3 'Tis thither, by divine command,
The tribes of God repair,
Before his ark to celebrate
His name with praise and prayer.
4 O, ever pray for Salem's peace; For they shall prosperous be, Thou holy city of our God,
Who bear true love to thee.
5 May peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found-
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crowned.
6 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends
No less than brethren dear,
I'll pray, 'May peace in Salem's towers
A constant guest appear.'
Going to Church. Ps. 122.
1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,
'In Žion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!'
2 I love her gates-I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair:
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment, there.
4 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.
5 My soul shall pray for Zion still
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell
There God, my Savior, reigns.
Going to Church. Ps. 122.
1 How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,
'Come, let us seek our God to-day!'
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round! In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son
Has fixed his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment there:
He bids the saint be glad,
He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest.
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
5 My tongue repeats her vows-
'Peace to this sacred house,
For here my friends and kindred dwell:
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
Blessedness of Public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode
My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high
Around thy throne of majesty:
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace:
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:
God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God.
6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at lengthTill all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
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