SING we the song of those who stand Of every kindred, clime, and land, 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here: 3 Toil, trial, sufferings still await The Church Triumphant's song. 4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain," Cry the redeemed above; "Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love!" 5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, "Who died our souls to save! Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting? Thy victory, O Grave!" James Montgomery. WITH joy we hail the sacred day 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! ARISE, O King of grace! arise, And enter to thy rest; Harriet Auber. Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, All that the ark did once contain 3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows; 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne; Isaac Watts. 38 Christ's Presence sought. AGAIN our earthly cares we leave, 2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear! We bow within thy house of prayer; 3 The clouds which vail thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove: Dispose our minds to hear aright The message of thy love. 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, To make our graces grow. 5 Show us some token of thy love, BEATITUDO. C. M. John Newton. NOW THAT the sun is gleaming bright, That he, the uncreated Light, 2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, 3 And while the hours in order flow, Our gates, beleaguered by the foe, 4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend; That we begin it at thy word, And in thy favor end. 5 Now to our God, the Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, sing: With praise to God, the Three in One, Let all creation ring. J. H. Newman. J. B. DYKES. Praise waits in Zion, Lord! for thee; There shall our vows be paid; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray; All flesh shall seek thine aid. 42 Psalm 65. PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord! for thee; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray; 2 O Lord! our guilt and fears prevail, 3 Blest are the men, whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face; Give them a dwelling in thy house 4 In answering what thy church requests, 5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just; The distant isles shall fly to thee, Isaac Watts. MIRFIELD. C. M. ARTHUR COTTMAN. My soul, how lovely is the place, To which thy God re-sorts! 'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts. My soul, how lovely is the place, 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, 2 There the great Monarch of the skies 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. Isaac Watts. SPEAK to me, Lord, thyself reveal, 2 With thee conversing, I forget 3 Thou callest me to seek thy face; 4 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see, Enter into my Master's joy, Charles Wesley. |