Chapter 4

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, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies.

18. C. M. Watts.

Daily and nightly Devotion.

1 Ye that obey the immortal King, Attend his holy place; Bow to the glories of his name, And sing his wondrous grace.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And raise your thanks on high; Send your admiring thoughts, by night, Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheer your hearts With rays of quickening grace: 'Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad, Whose presence fills the place.

19. S. M. Montgomery.

The Delight of Worship.

1 Glad was my heart to hear My old companions say Come, in the house of God appear, For 'tis a holy day.

2 Our willing feet shall stand Within thy temple-door; While young and old in many a band Shall throng the sacred floor.

3 Within these walls be peace And harmony be found: Zion, in all thy palaces, Prosperity abound!

4 For friends and brethren dear, Our prayer shall never cease Oft as they meet for worship here, God send his people peace!

20. S. M. E. Taylor.

Call to the House of Prayer.

1 Come to the house of prayer, O ye afflicted, come: The God of peace shall meet you there-- He makes that house his home.

2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love: Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move.

4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise.

5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all-- Who see'st the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call--

6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won.

21. H. M. Watts.

Delight in Public Worship.

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 that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Throughout these mortal years, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet!

22. 7s. Hammond.

A Blessing humbly requested.

1 Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; O, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee; here we stay; Lord, from hence we would not go, Till a blessing thou bestow.

3 Comfort those who weep and mourn; Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down, lift up; Make them strong in faith and hope.

4 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick; the captive free; Let us all rejoice in thee.

23. L. M. Anonymous.

For Opening or Close of Service.

1 Thy presence, gracious God, afford; Prepare us to receive thy word; Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mixed with what we hear.

2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above; With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread.

3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear.

4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know and do thy will; Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day.

24. L. M. 6l. Heber.

Seeking Refuge.

1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest in vain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost: Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

25. 11s. M. Edmeston.

The House of God.

1 There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat, From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows; A holy, a sweet and a lovely retreat, A spring of refreshment, a place of repose.

2 'Tis the house of my God, 'tis the dwelling of prayer, The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise; If sorrow and faithlessness conquer me, there My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise.

3 For a refuge like this, ah, what praises are due! For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair: Ah, why are the seasons of worship so few? And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer?

26. 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.

27. C. M. Newton.

A Blessing sought.

1 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear; Thy presence now display; We kneel within thy house of prayer; O, give us hearts to pray.

2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove; Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love.

3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, To kneel before thy face; O, make us, creatures of thy power, The children of thy grace.

28. 7s. M. J. Taylor.

Preparation for Worship.

1 Lord, before thy presence come, Bow we down with holy fear; Call our erring footsteps home, Let us feel that thou art near.

2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers Come not where devotion kneels; Let the soul expand her stores, 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.

29. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

"Hallowed be Thy name."

1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing.

2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, O my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode.

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech.

4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see.

30. S. M. Urwick's Coll.

Pleasures of Spiritual Worship.

1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, And sing his power divine!

2 These seasons of delight The dawn of glory seem, Like rays of pure, celestial light, Which on our spirits beam.

3 O, blest assurance this; Bright morn of heavenly day; Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, That cheers the pilgrim's way.

4 Thus may our joys increase, Our love more ardent grow, While rich supplies of Jesus' grace Refresh our souls below.

31. C. M. Watts.

God present in the Sanctuary.

1 My Soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays; And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still.

32. C. M. Pratt's Coll.

A Blessing sought.

1 Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet we come To meet our Saviour here.

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.

33. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Public Worship.

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.

2 O 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.

34. L. M. Frothingham.

Truth and Love.

1 O 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.

35. L. M. Montgomery.

Invoking a Blessing.

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, In every bosom fix thy throne.

36. 7s. M. 6l. J. Newton.

A Prayer for Lord's Day.

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.

37. L. M. Bowring.

Evening Worship.

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 bound, 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.

38. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

1 O 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.

39. 7s. M. Bowring.

Lowly Praise.

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.

40. L. M. M. W. Hale.

The Day of Rest.

1 This day let grateful praise ascend To thee, our Father, and our Friend, Thee, Author of this holy light, Thee, throned in boundless power and might.

2 O, let the sacred hours be given To truth, to duty, and to heaven; While trusting faith and holy love Rise fervent to thy throne above.

3 Grant that our earthly Sabbaths be But dawnings of eternity, To shadow forth the glorious rest, The heavenly quiet of the blest.

41. L. M. Bathurst.

Improvement of the Sabbath.

1 This day the Lord hath called his own; O, let us, then, his praise declare, Fix our desires on him alone, And seek his face with fervent prayer.

2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, Which bids the burdened soul be free, And, with united heart and voice, Devote these sacred hours to thee.

3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our grovelling thoughts employ But Faith be taught to stretch her wings, In search of heaven's unfailing joy.

4 O, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, Be to our lasting welfare blest; The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for eternal rest.

42. S. M. Bulfinch.

Sabbath Worship.

1 Hail to the Sabbath day! The day divinely given, When men to God their homage pay, And earth draws near to heaven.

2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend.

3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God.

4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity.

5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.

43. S. M. Spirit of the Psalms.

The Delights of the Sabbath.

1 Sweet is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning hour, Thy boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy, Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven.

44. L. M. Raffles.

The Hour of Prayer.

1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word.

2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest.

3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear.

4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven.

45. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

Devout Worship of God.

1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; Thy saints adore thy holy name; Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee, And, humbly, thy protection claim.

2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust; The breath of life thy Spirit gave; Where, but in thee, can mortals trust? Who, but our God, has power to save?

3 Still may thy children in thy word Their common trust and refuge see; O bind us to each other, Lord, By one great tie,--the love of thee.

4 So shall our sun of hope arise, With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day.

46. S. M. Watts.

The Sabbath Welcomed.

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of folly and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, Till called to rise and soar away To everlasting bliss.

47. S. M. Watts.

Public Worship. Ps. 95.

1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing: Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his works, and not our own: He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.

48. C. M. Jervis.

Homage and Devotion.

1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above-- That glorious temple in the skies Where dwells eternal love.

2 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee Our filial duty pay; Thy service, unconstrained and free, Conducts to endless day.

3 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear.

4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring.

49. L. M. Newton.

The Lord's Day.

1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest, Which hides us from the world awhile!

2 How happy they, whose lot is cast Where Christ invites the "weary" yet; They find their sorrows quickly past, And all their burdens soon forget.

3 Though pinched with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heavenly bread.

4 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord! And here thy promised presence seek; Open thy hand with blessings stored, And give us manna for the week.

50. L. M. Butcher.

Christian Worship.

1 Father of all! where shall we find A temple suited to thy praise? To thee, the uncreated Mind, What earthly altar shall we raise?

2 We'll call a multitude around, And gladly seek the house of prayer; There thy salvation we have found, And still, O God, we'll seek it there.

3 From breast to breast the holy flame Shall kindle round the sacred place: At once we'll hymn our Father's name, At once we'll seek our Father's face.

4 There, heavenly Father, condescend To meet us with peculiar love; And when the hymns of earth shall end, We'll give thee nobler hymns above.

51. L. M. Pope's Coll.

The Lord's Prayer.

1 Father! adored in worlds above, Thy glorious name be hallowed still; Thy kingdom come with power and love, And earth, like heaven, obey thy will.

2 Lord! make our daily wants thy care; Forgive the sins which we forsake: And, as we in thy kindness share, Let fellow-men of ours partake.

3 Evils beset us every hour; Thy kind protection we implore: Thine is the kingdom, thine the power; Be thine the glory evermore!

52. C. M. Montgomery.

Mutual Invitation.