Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

6.

7s M.

BOWRING

Humble Worship.

1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel,
Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, O our God, to feel
All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought-is less than nought:
Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell;
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 O, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and Holy One!

[blocks in formation]

Homage and Devotion.

1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above-
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love.

JERVIS.

2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay;

Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.

4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear,

Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And 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.

C. M.

Going to Church.

*TATE.

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.'

9.

C. M.

WATTS.

Going to Church. Ps. 122.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
'In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day!'
2 I love her gates-I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair :

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment, there.

4 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.

5 My soul shall pray for Zion still
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God, my Savior, reigns.

[blocks in formation]

Going to Church. Ps. 122.

1 How pleased and blest was I

To hear the people cry,

WATTS

'Come, let us seek our God to-day!' Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,

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:

Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace:

There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length-
Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

[blocks in formation]

Blessedness of Public Worship.
1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are!
To thine abode

WATTS.

Ps. 84.

My heart aspires, with warm desires
To see my God.

2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints

With equal zeal to rise and dwell
Among thy saints.

3 To spend one sacred day
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days beside.

« AnteriorContinuar »