4 Open wide, O God, thy door, 964 DEDICATION. 8d P. M. 4 6s & 2 88. Invoking God's presence and blessing. This people as thine own: Beneath this roof, O deign to show 2 Here may thine ears attend Like incense, to the skies: Through long-succeeding days: Till all, who humbly seek thy face, 965 S. M. The honour and safety of a nation. REAT is the Lord our God, A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone 4 In every new distress We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliv'rance there. 966 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Prayer and praise. ORD of hosts! to thee we ine thise: Thou thy people's hearts prepare, 8 Here to thee a temple stand, While the sun and moon endure. 4 Hallelujah -earth and sky To the joyful sound reply: Hallelujah! hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end. 967 C. M. A blessing supplicated. Though round thy throne, above all height, 2 Yet, Lord, where'er thy saints apart 3 With grateful joy, thy children rear Long may they sing thy praises here, 4 Here, Saviour, deign thy saints to meet; With peace their hearts to fill; And here, like Sharon's odours sweet, 5 Here may thy truth fresh triumphs win; In many a heart now dead in sin, A living temple rear. 968 Jehovah's presence. L. M. NOT heaven's wide range of hallow'd space Jehovah's presence can confine; Nor angels' claims restrain his grace, It glow'd to guide benighted man. 4 Be this, O Lord, that honour'd place,The house of God, the gate of heaven; And may the fulness of thy grace To all who here shall meet be given. 5 And hence, in spirit, may we soar To those bright courts where seraphs bend; With awe like theirs, on earth adore, Till with their anthems ours shall blend. 969 The tokens of His grace. L. M. And will he, from his radiant throne, 970 L. M. An humble offering to Jehovah. Te first temple built by God; HE perfect world, by Adam trod, His fiat laid the corner-stone; He spake, and, lo! the work was done. He spread its pavement, green and bright, 3 The mountains in their places stood, 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, 971 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. For the dedication of a seamen's Bethel, THOU, who on the whirlwind ridest, At whose word the thunder roars, Who in majesty presidest O'er the oceans and their shores; From those shores, and from the ocean, We, the children of the sea, Come to offer our devotion, And to give this house to thee. 2 When, for business on great waters, 3 When in port, each day that's holy To this house we 'll press in throngs; When at sea, with spirit lowly, Outward bound, shall we, in sadness, Lose its flag behind the sens; Homeward bound, we'll greet with gladness Its first floating on the breeze. |