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2 From the Fount of glory b. aming,
Light celestial che is our eyes;
Peace and pardon from the skies. 3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Fiin aud boli in virtue's cause,
Faithful subjects to thy laws, — 4 Lord! with favor still attend us,
Bless lis with thy wondrous love; Tholl, our sun and shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above,
The Place of Praise. 1 COME to the house of prayer,
O thiou afflicted, come; The God of peace shall meet thee there;
He makes that house his huine. 2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy pow;
In kindred homage bow.
Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise. 4 Ye aged, hither come, For ye
have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all; Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call; 6 Up to thy dwelling-place
B’ar our frail spirits ov,
And heaven on earth be won.
God hears us. 1 God is so good that he will hear
Whenever children humbly pray; He always lends a gracious ear
To what the youngest child can say. 2 His own niost holy book declares,
That, as a tender father will, He listens to our lowly prayers,
And what we ask will grant is still. 3 He loves to hear a grateful tongue
Thank him for all his mercies given ; And when on earth his praise is sung,
The cheerful notes are heard in heaven.
Worship. 1 LORD, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear; Call our erring footsieps home,
Let us feel that thou art ugar.
2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers,
Come not where devotion kneels; Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels. 3 At the portals of thine house,
We resign our earth-born cares: Nobler thoughts our souls engross, Songs of praise and fervent prayers.
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The Sunday School.
Love through our borders found;
Here, though the proud despise,
Are training for the skies.
From glory be cast down,
To an immortal crown.
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Who rul'st the world above;
Of gratitude and love.
Our early vows we'll pay;
And ere the night has closed our eyes,
We'll thank thee for the day.
To us his word has given,
A certain path, to heaven.
To guide our erring youth;
Where dwells eternal truth. 39
The House of God.
And humbly bow before his face:
Let all within us seek his grace.
United choirs of angels sing :
Heav'n'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. 40
And be this place to worship given,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
2 Here may thine honor dwell; and here, As incense, let thy children's
prayer, From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air. 3 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save, As when of old thy spirit hung
On wings of light o'er Jordan's wave. 4 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn, On others may devotion's flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn. 41
The Temple. 1 BEHOLD Us, Lord, with humble fear
Approach thy temple gate; Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait.
To all so freely given,
And lift our souls to heaven."
Nor let our footsteps slide: Make straight thy path before our face,
Our guardian still, and guide. 4 No more to sin, Lord, let us yield,
Defended from above, And kept, and covered with the shield
Of thy almighty love.