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Thou with man art pleased to dwell,
Welcome, welcome,

God with us, Immanuel.

BE

L. M.

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are thy people, we thy care;

Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 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.

BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the

earth!

Q! serve him with gladness and fear;

Exult in his presence with music and mirth,

With love and devotion draw near.

2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and Ruler o'er all;

And we are his people-his sceptre we

own;

His sheep, and we follow his call.

3 O! enter his gates with thanksgiving and song,

Our vows in his temple proclaim;

His praise in melodious accordance prolong,

And bless his adorable name.

4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.

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WE

C. M.

E love thy holy temple, Lord,
For there thou deign'st to dwell:
And there the heralds of thy word
Of all thy mercies tell.

2 There, in thy pure and cleansing fount, Washed from each guilty stain,

Our souls on wings of faith shall mount
To heaven's eternal fane.

3 Around thine altar will we kneel
In penitence sincere,

A Saviour's mercy deeply feel,
And words of pardon hear;

4. Or, mingling with the choral throng,
Our joyful voices raise,

And pour the full, melodious song,
In notes of grateful praise.

HOSANNA to the living Lord!

Hosanna to th' incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing. 2 Hosanna, Lord! thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! thy saints reply: Above, beneath us, and around,

The dead and living swell the sound.
3 O Saviour! with protecting care,
Return to this, thy house of prayer:
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Here we thy parting promise claim.

4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid thy Spirit rest,

And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy thee!

5 So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.

HOW lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,

From noise and trouble free!

How beautiful the sweet accord
Of souls that pray to thee!

2 Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high!

They are the truly blest,
Who only will on thee rely,

In thee alone will rest.

3 They pass refreshed the thirsty vale,
The dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful, watery dale,
Where springs and showers abound.

4 They journey on from strength to strength,

With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length
In Zion's courts appear.

LORD, to thy sacred house

We come with willing feet,
Where saints with morning vows

In full assembly meet.

Thy power divine shall here be shown,
And from thy throne thy mercy shine.

20 send thy light abroad!

Thy truth with heavenly ray
Shall lead our souls to God,

And guide our doubtful way.

We'll hear thy word with faith sincere,
And learn to fear and praise the Lord.

3 Reach forth thy bounteous hand,
And all our sorrows heal;

Here health and strength divine
O make our bosoms feel!

Like balmy dew shall Jesus' voice,
Our bones rejoice, our strength renew.

4 Then in thy holy hill,

Before thine altar, Lord,
Our harp and song shall sound
The glories of thy word.

Henceforth to thee, O God of grace,
A hymn of praise our life shall be.

03OFT, in the temples of thy grace,

Thy saints, O Lord, behold thy face; And oft have seen thy glory shine, With power and majesty divine:

2 But soon, alas! thine absence mourn, And pray, and wish thy kind return; Without thy life-inspiring light, 'Tis all a scene of gloomy night.

3 Return, O Lord, thy children cry, Our graces droop, our comforts die; Return, and let thy glory rise

Again, to our admiring eyes:

4 Till filled with light, and joy, and love, Thy courts below, like those above, Triumphant hallelujahs raise,

And heaven and earth resound thy praise.

TO thy temple we repair,

Lord, we love to worship there,
When within the veil we meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.

2 Thou through him art reconciled,
We through him are each, thy child;