With power proclaimed, in peace received, Our spirit's light, thy spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour,

To keep us meek and make us free,
And throw its binding blessings 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.

Longing for the House of God.

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, who pray
Where God appoints to hear!

O happy men, who pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still ; Who love the way

And happy they

To Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears :

WATTS.

O glorious seat,

Shall thither bring

When God, our King,

Our willing feet.

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8 & 7s. M.

J. TAYLOR.

The Fount of Blessing.

1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,

Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
2 From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming,
Peace and pardon from the skies.
3 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind,
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
4 Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

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C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Introduction to Evening Worship.

1 ON the first Christian Sabbath eve,

When his disciples met

O'er his lost fellowship to grieve,
Nor knew the Scripture yet, -

2 Lo! in their midst his form was seen,
The form in which he died ;

Their Master's marred and wounded mien,
His hands, his feet, his side.

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know,
And hailed him yet with fear;
Jesus, again thy presence show:
Meet thy disciples here.

4 Be in our midst; let faith rejoice
Our risen Lord to view,

And make our spirits hear thy voice
Say, "Peace be unto you!"

5 And while with thee, in social hours.
We commune through thy word,

May our hearts burn, and all our powers
Confess, "It is the Lord."

Blessedness of worshipping God in his Temple. 1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 Blest are the saints, who dwell on high, Around thy throne, above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 3 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate;

WATTS

God is their strength; and, through the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.

5 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length ;
Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

Prayer for special Favor.

PRESBYTERIAN COLL

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.

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.

7s. M.

Humble Worship.

1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and holy fear,

Teach us, O our God, to feel

All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call ;
Man is naught, is less than naught ;
Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell,
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 O, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and Holy One!

The Sabbath and the Sanctuary.

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

MERRI K

2 With holy joy I hail the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away;
What transports fill my breast!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;

Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

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L. M.

Sabbath Day.

NEW YORK COLL.

1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.
2 Lord, in this day of holy rest,

We would improve the calm repose;
And, in thy service truly blest,

Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart

Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,
And flowers of grace in freshness start

Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone

Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.

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L. M.
Supplication.

H. WARE, JR

1 GREAT God, the followers of thy Son, We bow before thy mercy-seat,