3 Here float the gospel's banner wide
O'er faithful hearts and brave;
And here, O Jesus crucified,
Come forth in power to save!

Joseph Tritton, 1861.

1019 "The Glory of the Lord filled the House." C. M.

1

LIGHT up this house with glory, Lord,

and claim

Receive the homage of our souls,
Erect Thy temple-throne.

2 We rear no altar-Thou hast died;
We deck no priestly shrine;

What need have we of creature-aid?
The power to save is Thine.

3 We ask no bright shekinah-cloud
To glorify the place;

Give, Lord, the substance of that sign-
A plenitude of grace.

4 No rushing, mighty wind, we ask;
No tongues of flame desire;

Grant us the Spirit's quickening light,
His purifying fire.

5 Light up this house with glory, Lord;
The glory of that love

Which forms and saves a church below,
And makes a heaven above.

John Harris, 1859.

1020

1

2

3

4

Opening a Place of Worship.

GREAT King of Zion, low

148th.

Display Thy matchless grace;

In love the heavens bow,

With glory fill this place:

Beneath this roof, oh deign to show

How God can dwell with men below!

Here may

Thine ears attend

Our interceding cries,

And grateful praise ascend
All fragrant to the skies:

Here may Thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

Here may th' attentive throng

Imbibe Thy truth and love,
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above;

And willing crowds surround Thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.

Here may our unborn sons

And daughters sound Thy praise,
And shine, like polish'd stones,
Through long succeeding days;

Here, Lord, display Thy saving power,
Until the last triumphant hour.

1021

Benjamin Francis, 1787;

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

Thankfulness for the House.

L. M.

1 ING to the Lord with heart and voice,

Ye children of His sovereign choice;

The work achieved, the temple raised,
Now be our God devoutly praised.

2 For all the treasure freely brought,
For all the toil in gladness wrought,
For warmth of zeal, and purpose strong,
Wake we to-day the thankful song.
3 Lord of the temple! once disown'd,
But now in worlds of light enthroned,
Thy glory let Thy servants see,
Who dedicate this house to Thee.

4 Be Thy dear name, like ointment, shed
O'er every soul, on every head;
Make glorious, O our Saviour King,
The place where thus Thy chosen sing.
5 More grand the temple, and the strain
More sweet, when we Thy heaven shall gain;
And bid, for realms where angels dwell,
Thy courts on earth, a glad farewell!

1022

10

Re-opening.

Joseph Tritton, 1861

C. M.

GOD, before whose radiant throne
The heavenly armies bend,

Now graciously incline Thine ear,
And to our suit attend.

2 Where our forefathers join'd in praise,
We meet to praise Thy name,

Where they Thy faithful promise proved,
We find Thee still the same.

3 This house, these walls re-edified,
Are raised, Lord, for Thee;
In all the plenitude of grace,
In this assembly be.

4 Here may the dead be made alive,
Backsliding souls return;

More grace by gracious souls be felt,
And saints like seraphs burn.

5 Here build Thy church, maintain Thy cause,

Nor let it e'er decline;

But flourish till the Lord descends

In majesty divine.

John Rippon, 1810; Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

1023

1

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,

Thy daily stage of duty run,

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Thy precious time mis-spent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience, as the noon-tide, clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long, unwearied, sing
High praise to the Eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my age may spend,
Like you, may on my God attend.
6 May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform, like
you, my Maker's will;
Oh may I never more do ill!

7 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew,
Disperse my sins as morning dew,
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

8 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Thomas Ken, 1697.

1024 A Hymn for Morning or Evening.

1

C. M.

OSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;

Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word,
And every day, and every hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The evening rests our wearied head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed

That was not made our tomb.