3 For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare The sacrifice thy love demands
A soul repentant and sincere,
A grateful heart, and liberal hands.
Seeking God. Ps. 63.
1 MY God, permit my tongue
This joy to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.
3 For life, without thy love, No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this- To serve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live; Not all the dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. 5 Since thou hast been my Help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.
6 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.
1 O, COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state, Is with unrivalled glory great — A King superior far to all- Whom by his title God we call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command; The strength of hills, that threat the skies Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his; "Tis moved by his almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land.
6 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees devoutly, all, Before the Lord our Maker fall.
1 COME, let us sing unto the Lord, The Rock of our salvation sing, With joyful noise his praise record, And thanks before his presence bring: Great is Jehovah, great our God, Exalted above all his throne;
The depths of earth obey his nod;
The mountain tops are all his own.
2 He made the sea; the land he made; And both his matchless power reveal: O, be the Lord our God obeyed; O, come, before him let us kneel: He is our Maker, we his flock, His people, by his pastures fed: Let not your hearts be turned to rock: O, hear his warning voice with dread.
1 FATHER of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind, Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined: Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ;
3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store: Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to thee, and all mankind.
Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and fond desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires; From the fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind; Every kindred, tongue, and nation, From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring, Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws; Lord, with favor still attend us, Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us; All our hope is from above.
Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.
1 NATIONS, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise, And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
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