Then King of glory, come,
And with thy favor crown
This temple as thy dome,

This people as thy own:
Beneath this roof, O deign to fhew,
How God can dwell with men below.

Here, may thine ears attend
Thy people's humble cries,
And grateful praise afcend

All fragrant to the skies :
Here may thy word melodious found,
And spread celestial joys around.

Here, may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love,
And converts join the fong
Of feraphim above,

And willing crouds furround thy board
With facred joy and fweet accord.

Here, may our unborn fons

And daughters found thy praise,
And fhine like polifh'd ftones,
Thro' long fucceeding days;

Here, Lord, difplay thy faving pow'r,
While temples stand, and men adore.

297.

C. M.

NEWTON.

On opening a Place for focial Prayer,

DE

EAR Shepherd of thy people, hear,
Thy prefence now display;

As thou haft giv'n a place for pray'r,
So give us hearts to pray.

Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled confcience eafe,
The wounded spirit heal.

Shew us fome token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy bleffings from above,
That we may render praise.

And may the gofpel's joyful found
Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many finners round,
To come and fill the place.

W

298. L. M.

STENNETT.

Public Worship.

HERE two or three, with fweet accord,
Obedient to their fov'reign Lord,

Meet to recount his acts of grace,

And offer folemn pray'r and praise ;

"There," fays the Savior, "will I be,
"Amid this little company;
"To them unveil my fmiling face,
"And shed my glories round the place."

We meet at thy command, dear Lord,
Relying on thy faithful word:

Now fend thy Spirit from above,
Now fill our hearts with heav'nly love.

16. R

299. S. M.

STENNETT.

The Pleasures of focial Worship.

HOW charming is the place,

Where my Redeemer God

Unveils the beauties of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!

Not the fair palaces

To which the great refort,

Are once to be compar'd with this, Where Jefus holds his court.

Here on the mercy-feat, With radiant glory crown'd Our joyful eyes behold him fit, And smile on all around.

To him their pray'rs and cries Each humble foul prefents: He liftens to their broken fighs, And grants them all their wants.

To them his fov'reign will ,He graciously imparts:

And in return accepts with fmiles, The tribute of their hearts.

Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy bleft abode,

Among the children of thy grace,
The fervants of my God.

F

Going to Church.

ATHER of love, to thee I bend
My heart, and lift mine eyes;
O let my pray'r and praise ascend
As odours to the ikies.

Thy pard'ning voice I come to hear,
To know thee as thou art:

Thy minifters can reach the

ear,

But thou must touch the heart.

O ftamp me in thy heav'nly mould,
And grant thy word apply'd
May bring forth fruit an hundred fold
And fpeak me juftified.

301.

C. M.

God prefent at Public Worship.

Y foul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God reforts!
"Tis heav'n to fee his fmiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

There, the great Sov'reign of the skies
His faving pow'r difplays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quick'ning rays.

With his rich gifts, the heav'nly Dove
Defcends and fills the place,

While Chrift reveals his wond'rous love,
And fheds abroad his grace

There, mighty God, thy words declare
The fecrets of thy will;
And ftill we feek thy mercy there,
And fing thy praises still.

To fit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity

Employ'd in carnal joys.

Lord, at thy threshold we would wait,
While Jefus is within,
Rather than fill a throne of ftate,
Or live in tents of fin.

Could we command the spacious land,
And the more boundless sea,
For one blefs'd hour at thy right-hand,
We'd give them both away.

302. L. M. WATTS, altered.
Delight in Worship.

FAR from our thoughts, vain world be gone,

Let our religious hours alone;
Fain would our eyes our Savior fee:
We wait a vifit, Lord, from thee.
O warm our hearts with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure defire;
Come, our dear Jefus, from above,
And feed our fouls with heav'nly love.
The trees of life immortal ftand
In fragrant rows at thy right-hand,
And in sweet murmurs by their fide
Rivers of blifs perpetual glide.