2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people; we his care;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O, what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!

O, what a sun, which broke, this day.
Triumphant from the tomb !

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn ;

BARBAULD

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

21.

7s. M.

MONTGOMERY,

Prayer for a Blessing on Public Worship.

1 TO thy temple we repair ;

Lord, we love to worship there ;
While to thee our prayers ascend
Let thine ear in love attend;
2 While thy glorious name is sung,
Tune our lips, inspire our tongue,
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While thy word is heard with awe,
While we tremble at thy law,
Let thy gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.
4 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn ;
Then, at evening, we may say,
"We have walked with God to-day

22.

L. M.

Public Worship.

TATE & BRADY

1 O, COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise
2 Into his presence let us haste,

To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs
3 0, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there,
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall!

23.

L. M.

The House of God.

SALISBURY COLL

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 our praise

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

Longing for the House of God.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away

Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand;
And they must drink, or die.

3 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

4 Thus, till my last, expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

WATTS

25.

S. M.

URWICK & COLL

Pleasures of Spiritual Worship.

1 HOW sweet to bless the Lord,
And in his praises join,

With saints his goodness to record,
And sing his power divine!

2 These seasons of delight

The dawn of glory seem,
Like rays of pure, celestial light,
Which on our spirits beam.
3 O, blest assurance this ;

Bright morn of heavenly day;
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss,
That cheers the pilgrim's way.
4 Thus may our joys increase,
Our love more ardent grow,
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace
Refresh our souls below.

26.

L. M.

Worship acceptable from every Place.

PIERPONT.

1 O THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs 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 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.

27.

7s. M.

The acceptable Worship.

1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and, kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face
Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

J. TAYLOR

2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,

By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,

28.

Heal the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store :
Teach us, O thou Heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted offering bring,
Love to thee and all mankind.

C. M.

RIPPON'S COLL

Worship.

1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our Eternal King;

"Thrice holy Lord!" the angels cry;
"Thrice holy!" let us sing.