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And walls of strength embrace thee round !

In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment there :

He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest.

The man that seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
5 My tongue repeats her vows —

Peace to this sacred house,
For here my friends and kindred dwell :

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.'

11.

L. M.

WATTS. Blessedness of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are !
With long desire my spirit faints

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;

My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be

So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high Around thy throne of majesty :

And walls of strength embrace thee round !

In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

There David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment there :

He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,
And bumble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest.

The man that seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
5 My tongue repeats her vows —

Peace to this sacred house,
For here my friends and kindred dwell:

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.'

11.

L. M.

WATTS.
Blessedness of Public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints

To meet ih' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;

My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
Blest are the saints who sit on

thy throne of majesty

4. While in thy house of prayer we kneel

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

Ånd lend a gracious ear,
5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast'away
The sacrifice we bring.

8.
C. M.

*TATE. Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 O'Twas a joyful sound to hear

Our tribes devoutly say,
• Up, Israel, to the temple haste,

And keep your festal day.'
2 At Salem's courts we must appear

With our assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged

Like her united towers.
3 'Tis thither, by divine command,

The tribes of God repair,
Before his ark to celebrate

His name with praise and prayer. 4 O, ever pray for Salem's peace;

For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our Goa.

Who bear true love to thee.
5 May peace within thy sacred walls

A constant guest be found -
With plenty and prosperity

Thy palaces be crowned. 6 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends

No less than brethren dear,
I'll pray, “May peace in Salem's towers.
A constant guest appear.'

4 While in the house of prayer we kneel

With irist and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy iruth reveal,

Ani lend a gracious ear.
5 With Perror teach our hearts to pray,

Anh tin our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away

The sacrifice we bring.

*TATE

C. M.
Going to Church. Ps. 12.
1 O 'Twas a joyful sound to hear

Our tribes devoutly say,
·l'p, Israel, to the temple haste,

And keep your festal day.'
2 Al Salem's courts we must appear

With ons assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged

Like her united towers.
S 'Tis thither, by divine command,

The tribes of God repair,
Before his ark to celebrate

His name with praise and prayer. 4 0. ever prav for Salem's peace;

For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our Goa.

Who bear irue love to thee.
5 May peace within thy sacred walls

A constant guest he found
With plenty and prosperity

Thy palaces be crowned. 6 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends

No less than brethren dear, I'll pray, May peace in Salem's towers A constant guest appear.'

And walls of strength embrace thee round !

In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment there :

He bids the saint be glad,

He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest.

The man that seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
5 My tongue repeats her vows -

Peace to this sacred house,
For here my friends and kindred dwell:

6

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.?

11.

L. M.

Watts. Blessedness of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are !
With long desire my spirit faints

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;

My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be

So far from all my joys and thee ? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high Around thy throne of majesty :

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