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2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels :
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.
4. C. M. Bowring.
Pure Worship. 1 The offerings to thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice
Unless the heart is there. 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude ; No tribute, but the vow sincere,
The tribute of the good.
If sanctified by thee;'
With its own purity.
To piety and love,
Some rays from heaven above.
5. L. M. Stennett.
The Christian Sabbath Morning.
Another Sabbath is begun;
2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies,
Which none but he that feels it knows! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, –
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away ;
6. 7 M. 6 1. J. Newton.
The Day of Rest.
God has brought us on our way;
Waiting in his courts to-day;
Emblem of eternal rest.
Through the week our praise demand :
Fed and guided by thy hand,
Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee!
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Take away our sin and shame.
7. L. M. E. Taylor.
The Lord's Day.
May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy sacred shrine;
3 O Father, God below, above,
8. C. M. Mrs. BARBAULD.
The Sabbath of the Soul. Morning. 1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born! Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
The Sabbath of my soul.
Let fires of vengeance die;
1 When before thy throne we kneel,
Filled with awe and holy fear,
All thy sacred presence near.
2 Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call;
Thou, our God, art all in all.
3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell,
'Midst thy light ineffable.
4 O, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Infinite and Holy One!
10. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.
The Sacrifice of the Heart.
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise,
3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare : But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
11. L. M. COWPER.
There they behold thy mercy-seat ;
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;