Come before His Presence with Singing.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving.
Psalm c. 4.
L. M. 10 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
With one consent let all the earth,
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay, with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise;
Convinced that he is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed;
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock which he vouchsafes to feed.
Oh, enter, then, his temple gate;
Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless.
For he's the Lord supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
Nahum Tate, 1696.
O, sing unto the Lord a new song.
Psalm xcvi. 1.
Our fathers' God, to thee we raise
United songs of grateful praise;
And at thy throne adoring bend,
Before our Maker, Saviour, Friend.
O all ye lands, in God rejoice!
With gladness serve your Lord and King;
In strains of rapture raise your voice
And joyous in his presence sing.
Know ye Jehovah, he is God.
He made us by his power alone.
We are his flock; his staff and rod
Guide us in peace through paths unknown.
Enter with thankfulness his gates,
And tread his courts with sacred praise;
His boundless mercy for us waits,
His truth endures to endless days.
O all ye lands, in God rejoice;
For he is good, a gracious friend.
Exult, ye people of his choice,
Praise him in strains that know no end.
9 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth. L. M.
Let all that wait the Coming King,
Now to his name sweet praises bring;
He cometh quickly, sound it high,
Till echoes meet the vocal sky.
Earth shall depart, and like a scroll,
The passing heavens together roll;
For Jesus' faithful words shall be
Enduring as eternity.
Now let thy kingdom come,. O Lord,
As thou hast promised in thy word-
Fill earth with glory like a sea
Oh, speak the word, and it shall be.
Emily Clemens Pearson, 1844.
Brethren, pray for us. 2 Thess. iii. 1.
Father of mercies, bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for thee;
Successful pleaders may they be.
Clothe Thou their words with power divine,
And let those words be ever thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal;
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them thy wandering sheep to gain,
Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain.
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
Let thronging multitudes around
In humble strains thy grace adore,
And feel thy new creating power.
Benjamin Beddome, ab. 1787.
The Ford is Good, His Mercy is Everlasting.
Thy truth with ever fresh delight, Shall guide my wandering steps aright.
My opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of this returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest;
Eternal king, erect thy throne,
And reign sole monarch in my breast.
Oh, bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away,
Nor let me feel one vain desire,
One sinful thought, through all the day.
Thus, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing,
15 God sent not his Son... to condemn the world. Not to condemn the sons of men Did Christ the Son of God appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there. Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live; A thousand joys his lips afford. His hands a thousand blessings give. I. Watts, 1700. 16 Peace through the blood of His cross. Col. i. 20. L. M. Hark! from the cross a voice of peace Bids Sinai's awful thunder cease! Sinner, that voice of love obey, From Christ, the true, the living way. How else his presence wilt thou bear, When he in judgment shall appear: When slighted love to wrath shall turn, And all the earth like Sinai burn? Now from the cross a voice of peace Bids Sinai's awful thunder ceaseO sinner, while 'tis called to-day, That voice of saving love obey.
My Voice shalt thou hear in the Morning.
Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel.
Psalm lxxiii. 24.
O give thanks unto the Lord.
Psalm cvi. 1.
L. M. 19
Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love,
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall forever last.
Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
17
God of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies,-
From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins;
And without weariness or rest
Round the whole earth he flies and shines. His tribute of immortal praise?
Oh, like the sun may I fulfill
The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will
March on, and keep my heavenly way.
But I shall rove and lose the race,
If God, my sun, shall disappear,
And leave me in the world's wild maze
To follow every wandering star.
Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
Give me thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compared with this.
That fearful day, that day of dread,
When thou shalt judge the quick and dead;
O God! I shudder to foresee
The awful things which then shall be!
When thou shalt come, thine angels round,
With legions, and with trumpet sound;
O Saviour, grant me, in the air,
With all thy saints, to meet thee there!
Weep, O my soul! ere that great day,
When God shall shine in plain array;
Oh! weep thy sin, that thou may'st be
In that severest judgment free!
O Christ! forgive, remit, protect,
And set thy servant with th' elect;
That I may hear the voice, that calls
The righteous to thy heavenly halls!
Lat. Theodore. cir. 820. Tr. J. M. Neale, 1882.
Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford:
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.
Or may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity;
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine.
Let Israel's God be ever blessed,
His name eternally confessed;
Let all his saints with full accord
In solemn hymns exalt their Lord.
Tate and Brady, 1006, abr.
They are new every morning.
Lamentations iii. 23.
My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently descend like early dew.
They that Sow in Gears shall Roup in Joy.
Bearing precious seed.
Psalm cxxvi. 6.
22 2 On, through the sad and weary years, We sow the precious seed with tears; And stay our hearts in faith sublime, With prospects of the harvest time. 3 Not long shall we in sorrow go, Not long endure earth's toil and woe; For He who bids us sow and weep, Shall call us then in joy to reap.
4 Then shall each tearful sower come, And bear his sheaves in triumph home; The voice long choked with grief shall sing Till heaven with shouts of triumph ring. 5 Thick on the hills of light shall stand The gathered sheaves from every land, While they that sow, and they that reap, The Harvest Home in glory keep.
23 The Holy Ghost sent down from Heaven.
Assembled here with one accord,
Calmly we wait the promised grace,-
The purchase of our dying Lord;-.
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place.
Behold, to Thee our souls aspire,
And languish thy descent to meet;
Kindle in each thy living fire,
And fix in every heart thy seat.
Sing to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let
every land his name adore;
Let distant isles in him rejoice,
And sound his praise from shore to shore.
Nations attend before his throne
With solemn fear, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when, like wand'ring sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
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?
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.
Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, 1719; H., 1878.
We are more than Conquerors.
The cares of this world.. choke the word. Mark iv. 19.
Why will ye waste on trifling cares That life which God's compassion spares, While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot?
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind;
Sight. riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come! Just as I am-thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am-thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down:
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Who shall separate us? Rom. viii. 35.
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? Shall God, that justifies their souls, Whose mercy, like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls?
Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
Shall Christ, that suffered in their stead?
Their great salvation to fulfil,
Behold him rising from the dead.
He lives! he lives! and sits above,
Forever interceding there:
Who shall divide us from his love,
Or who shall tempt us to despair?
Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He that hath loved us, bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors, too.
Faith hath an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour:
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop.
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Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown him, ye nations, in your song;
His wondrous names and powers rehearse,
His honors shall enrich your verse.
He comes arrayed in burning flames:
Justice and vengeance are his names:
Behold his fainting foes expire
Like melting wax before the fire.
The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in sharp distress:
In him the poor and hopeless find
A judge that's just, a father kind.
Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest,
He's your defence, your joy, your rest;
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of every saint.
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