Church Harmonies: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Congregations

Praise to the God of All.
1 O SOURCE divine, and life of all,
The fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall,

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 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
Where they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
3 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 3
To find the way to Zion's gate; [road
God is their strength; and through the
They lean upon their helper, God.

4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
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The Great Temple.

ANON.

That saw not love supreme in thee.
2 We shrink before thy vast abyss,
Where worlds on worlds eternal brood;
We know thee truly but in this,-
That thou bestowest all our good.
And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
O, grant us still in thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well.
4 Nor let thou life's delightful play

Thy truth's transcendent vision hide;
Nor strength and gladness lead astray
From thee, our nature's only guide.
5 Bestow on every joyous thrill

Thy deeper tone of reverent awe;
Make pure thy children's erring will,
And teach their hearts to love thy law.

1 THOUGH wandering in a stranger land,
Though on the waste no altar stand,
Take comfort! thou art not alone,
While Faith has marked thee for her own.
2 Wouldst thou a temple? look above, -1
The heavens stretch over all in love;
A book? for thine evangel scan
The wondrous history of man.
3 And though no organ-peal be heard,
In harmony the winds are stirred;
And there the morning stars upraise
Their ancient songs of deathless praise.

Vesper Hymn.
LORD of eternal purity,

CASWALL.

Who dost the world with light adorn, And paint the tracts of azure sky With lively hues of eve and morn,— 2 Scatter our night, eternal God,

And kindle thy pure beam within; Free us from guilt's oppressive load, And break the deadly bonds of sin.

MISSIONARY CHANT. L. M.

ZEUNER.

SALISBURY COLL.

House of God.
1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face!
Let all within us feel his power;

Let all within us seek his grace.

2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night, United choirs of angels sing;

To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings! may thy praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill:
Still may we stand before thy face
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

O. W. HOLMES.

Sabbath Hymn to the Deity. 1 LORD of all being, 'throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near! 2 Sun of our life, thy wakening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night.

3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch, thy mercy's sign; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!

Daily Bread.

MORAVIAN.

THY name be hallowed evermore;

O God! thy kingdom come with pow'r,
Thy will be done, and day by day
Give us our daily bread, we pray.

Lord, evermore to us be given

The living bread that came from heav'n: Water of life on us bestow;

Thou art the Source, the Giver thou.

1 How charming is the place.
Where the dear Son of God
Unvails the beauties of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!

2 Not the fair palaces

To which the great resort
Are once to be compared with this,
Where Jesus holds his court.

3 Here on the mercy-seat,

With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit,
And smile on all around.

4 To him its prayers and cries

Each humble soul presents;
He listens to their broken sighs,
And grants them all their wants.

5 Give me, O Lord, a place

Within thy blessed abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God.

13 Our sun is sinking now;
Our day is almost o'er:

O Sun of Righteousness, do thou
Shine on us evermore!

1 COME to the morning prayer,-
Come, let us kneel and pray:
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff,
To walk with God all day.

2 At noon, beneath the Rock
Of Ages, rest and pray:
Sweet is that shelter from the heat,
When the sun smites by day.

3 At evening, shut thy door,
Round the home altar pray;
And, finding there the house of God,
At heaven's gate close the day.
4 When midnight veils our eyes,
Oh, it is sweet to say,

I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,
With thee to watch and pray!

Closing Hymn.

1 WE love the house of prayer, Wherein thy servants meet, For thou, O Lord, art ever there, Thy chosen flock to greet.

2 We love the word of life,

The word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in our daily strife,
Of joys that never cease.

DARWELL.

H.M.

Blessedness of Public Worship.

1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples, are! To thine abode

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My heart aspires, with warm desires
To see my God.

2 O, happy souls, that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O, happy men, who pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;

And happy they who love the way
To Zion's hill!

3 They go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length-
Till each in heaven appears.

O, glorious seat,

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When God, our King, shall thither
Our willing feet!

4 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest;
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:

My spirit faints

With equal zeal, to rise and dwell Among thy saints.

DODDRIDGE.

Gentiles brought into the Temple.

1 GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace

Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place.
How kind the care
Our God displays, for us to raise
A house of prayer!

2 Though once estrangéd far,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own.
Strangers no more,

To thee we come, and find our homo,
And rest secure.

3 To thee ourselves we join,
And love thy sacred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy 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.

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