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.

BLAYDON S. M.

He bids the saints 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 there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee His blest abode,

My soul shall ever love thee well.

Isaac Watts 1719

H. W. LITTLE

2.

42

WITH joy we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before Thy throne we bow,
O Thou almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

3 While in Thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

Thomas Jervis 1795

CRANSTON 7s. D.

E. C. WINCHESTER

43

WELCOME, Sacred day of rest!
Sweet repose from worldly care:
Day above all days the best,

When our souls for heaven prepare;
Day, when our Redeemer rose,
Victor o'er the hosts of hell:
Thus He vanquished all our foes;
Let our lips His glory tell.

St. GEORGE'S 7s. D.

2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, When we hear Thy holy word; When we sing Thy praise, and pray Earth can no such joys afford: But a better rest remains,

Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys, and endless praise.

William Brown 1822

G. J. ELVEY

PLEASANT are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are Thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
King of glory, God of grace.
2 Happy souls, their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies:

On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length;
At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.
3 Lord be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by Thy saving grace;
Give me at Thy side a place.
Sun and Shield alike Thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from Thee,
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

Henry Francis Lyte 1834

ST. RAPHAEL 8s, 75, 4.

E. J. HOPKINS

Copyright 1877 by J. H. Vincent. By per.

46

Break Thou the bread of life,
Dear Lord, to me,

As Thou didst break the loaves
Beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page
I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee,
O living Word!

2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me-to me

As Thou didst bless the bread
By Galilee;

Then shall all bondage cease,

All fetters fall;

And I shall find my peace,

My All-in-All.

Mary A. Lathbury 1880

HOLY offerings, rich and rare,
Offerings of praise and prayer
Purer life and purpose high,
Claspéd hands, uplifted eye,
Lowly acts of adoration

To the God of our salvation—
On His altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God receive them!

2 Promises in sorrow made,
Left, alas! too long unpaid;
Fervent wishes, earnest thought,
Never into action wrought-
Long withheld, we now restore them,
On Thy holy altar pour them:
There in trembling faith to leave them,
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

3 Vows and longings, hopes and fears, Broken-hearted sighs and tears, Dreams of what we yet might be Could we cling more close to Thee, Which, despite of faults and failings, Help Thy grace in its prevailingsOn Thine altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them! God, receive them!

4 Brighter joys and tenderer tears,
Fonder faith, more faithful fears.
Lowlier penitence for sin,

More of Christ our souls within;
Love which, when its life was newer,
Burnt within us deeper, truer-
Lost too long, while we deplore them,
Jesus, plead for! God, restore them!

5 Homage of each humble heart
Ere we from Thy house depart;
Worship fervent, deep and high,
Adoration, ecstasy;

All that childlike love can render
Of devotion true and tender-
On Thine altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

6 To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Though our mortal weakness raise
Offerings of imperfect praise,

Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly,
Crying, Holy! Holy! Holy!

On Thine altar laid we leave them; Christ, present them! God, receive them!

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1871