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L. M.

Bridgewater, 4: T.P. 5. Ames, 2: T.P. 3. `REAT GOD, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, or thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all assaults of hell and sin, From foes without, and foes within. 5 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too; He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.

5 O God our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee,

Blest is the man that trusts in thee.

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L. M.

Old Hundred, 25: T.P. 28. TERNAL POWER, whose high abode. Becomes the grandeur of a God: Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds: 2 Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings: And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.

4 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name; But O the glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, and men below: Be short our tunes; our words be few: A solemn reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues. 15 (29)

Azmon, 50: T.P. 71.

C. M.

WITHIN thy house, O Lord our God,

In majesty appear;

Make this a place of thine abode,
And shed thy blessings here.
2 As 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 mourner rest;
Let Jesus here triumphant reign,
Enthroned in every breast.

4 Here let the voice of sacred joy
And fervent prayer arise,

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

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Uxbridge, 39: T.P. 25.

L. M.

NOT here, as to the prophet's eye,
The Lord upon his throne appears;
Nor seraph-tongues responsive cry,
Holy! thrice holy! in our ears :-
2 Yet God is present in this place,
Veil'd in serener majesty ;

So full of glory, truth, and grace,
That faith alone such light can see.

3 Nor, as he in the temple taught,

Is Christ within these walls reveal'd, When blind, and deaf, and dumb were brought, Lepers and lame-and all were heal'd:

4 Yet here, when two or three shall meet, Or thronging multitudes are found,

All may sit down at Jesus' feet,

And hear from him the joyful sound.

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Laban, 111: T.P. 113.

ESUS, we look to thee,

S. M.

Thy promised presence claim;
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in thy name:

2 Thy name salvation is,

Which here we come to prove :
Thy name is life, and health, and peace,
And everlasting love.

Or selfishness we meet;

From nature's paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget.

4 We meet the grace to take,

Which thou hast freely given;
We meet on earth for thy dear sake,
That we may meet in heaven.

5 Present we know thou art,
But O, thyself reveal!

Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
The mighty comfort feel.

6 O may thy quick'ning voice

The death of sin remove;

And bid our inmost souls rejoice,
In hope of perfect love.

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6 lines 88.

St. Stephens, 128: T.P. 128. St. Petersburg, 129: T.P.130. O! God is here! let us adore,

And own how dreadful is this place; Let all within us feel his power,

And silent bow before his face;

Who know his power, his grace who prove,
Serve him with awe, with rev'rence love.
2 Lo! God is here! him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring:
Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise thee with a stamm'ring tongue.
3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sov'reign will;
To thee may all our thoughts arise,
Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice.

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C. M.

Christmas, 58: T.P. 92. Peterboro', 84: T.P. 67.

ONCE

NCE more we come before our God;
Once more his blessing ask:

O may not duty seem a load,

Nor worship prove a task.

2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send
From heaven, in Jesus' name,
And bid our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

3 May we receive the word we hear,
Each in an honest heart;

And keep the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.

4 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose; To each thy blessing suit;

And let the seed thy servant sows,
Produce abundant fruit.

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C. M.

Christmas, 58: T.P. 92. Marlow, 76: T.P. 57.

WITH joy we hail

the sacred

day,

Which God has call'd his own;

With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at his throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
As here thy servants throng
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the grateful song.

3 Spirit of grace! O deign to dwell
Within thy Church below;

Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be foundLet all her sons unite,

To spread with holy zeal around,
Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which thou hast call'd thine own;
With joy the summons we obey,

To worship at thy throne.

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Zion, 158: T.P. 158.

87, 87, 47.

N thy name, O Lord, assembling, We, thy people, now draw near: Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let thy servants hear: Hear with meekness,

Hear thy word with godly fear.