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S. P. M.

Delight in the House of God.

1 How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,

WATTS.

"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

2 Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,

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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 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.

1 Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown.
Father! thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart.

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit
Into every troubled breast;

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest.

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Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive,
Graciously come down, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.

L. M.

Universal Worship.

PIE PONT.

10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song 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 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,

And strength and beauty bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,

Its praises and its prayers to thee.

5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime

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Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

Prayer for special Favor.

1 WITHIN thy house, O Lord, our God

In glory now appear;

Make this a place of thine abode,
And shed thy blessings here.

2 When we thy mercy-seat surround,
Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ;
And let thy gospel's joyful sound
With power reach every heart.

3 Here let the blind their sight obtain
Here give the mourners rest;
Let Jesus here triumphant reign,
Enthroned in every breast.

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4 Here let the voice of sacred joy
And humble prayer arise,

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Till higher strains our tongues employ
In realms beyond the skies.

C. M.

Daily and nightly Devotion.

1 YE that obey the immortal King,
Attend his holy place;

Bow to the glories of his name,
And sing his wondrous grace.

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2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And raise your thanks on high;
Send your admiring thoughts, by night,
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheer your hearts
With rays of quickening grace:
"T is he that spreads the heavens abroad,
Whose presence fills the place.

S. M.

The Delight of Worship.

1 GLAD was my heart to hear
My old companions say

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Come, in the house of God appear,
For 't is a holy day.

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2 Our willing feet shall stand
Within thy temple-door;

While young and old in many a band
Shall throng the sacred floor.

3 Within these walls may peace
And harmony be found ·
Zion, in all thy palaces,
Prosperity abound!

4 For friends and brethren dear,
Our prayer shall never cease
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace!

S. M.

ye afflicted, come :

E. TAYLOR.

The God of peace shall meet you there-
He makes that house his home.

2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye

have felt his love:

Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb.
Your lips forget to move.

4 Ye young, before his throne,

Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown
Who gives the power to praise.

5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all-

Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call-

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6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.

H. M.

Delight in 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 my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay

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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,
Throughout these mortal years,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears :

O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

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A Blessing humbly requested.

HAMMOND.

1 LORD, we come before thee now;
At thy feet we humbly bow;

O, do not our suit disdain ;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee; here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.