2 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.
3 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares.
4 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise.
1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promised altars there we 'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete.
20 thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercy try; For thou wilt cleanse the guilty stain, And wash away the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed, Within thy sacred dwelling lives; Whilst we at humbler distance taste The vast delight thy worship gives.
10 GOD, whose presence glows in all, Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.
2 That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place;
With power proclaimed, in peace received― Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek, and make us free, And throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side — Send in its calm upon the breast; For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest.
1 LORD. when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place, And, when thou hearest, O forgive!
2 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blessed Gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done.
3 But will indeed Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest?
4 That glory never hence depart!
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart,
every bosom fix thy throne.
1 SAFELY through another week
Thou hast brought us on our way; Let us now thy blessing seek, Waiting in thy courts to-day: Day, of all the week the best- Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand: Guarded by almighty power,
Fed and guided by thy hand, May we not forgetful be, Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee.
3 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame. From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound; Bring relief from all complaints. Thus let all our sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above.
1 How shall we praise thee, Lord of light! How shall we all thy love declare! The earth is veiled in shades of night, But heaven is open to our prayer,- That heaven so bright with stars and suns- That glorious heaven which has no bouna, Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
2 We would adore thee, God sublime! Whose power and wisdom, love and grace Are greater than the round of time, And wider than the bounds of space. O how shall thought expression find, All lost in thine immensity!
How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind, Amid thy dread infinity!
3 But thou art present with us here,
As in thy glittering, high domain; And grateful hearts and humble fear Can never seek thy face in vain. Help us to praise thee, Lord of light! Help us thy boundless love declare; And, here within thy courts to-night, Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.
The Sabbath of the Soul.
10 FATHER! though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here,- All shall be thine to-day.
2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine.
3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn.
4 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate this day, The Sabbath of the soul.
1 LORD, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, Hear the praises of our race, And, while hearing, let thy grace Dews of sweet forgiveness pour; While we know, benignant King, That the praises which we bring Are a worthless offering
Till thy blessing makes it more
2 More of truth, and more of might, More of love, and more of light, More of reason, and of right,
From thy pardoning grace be given !
It can make the humblest song Sweet, acceptable, and strong, As the strains the angels' throng Pour around the throne of heaven.
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