6. 7s M. BOWRING Humble Worship. 1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel, 2 Check each proud and wandering thought 3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we 4 O, receive the praise that dares Homage and Devotion. 1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes JERVIS. 2 Before the awful throne we bow Thy service, unconstrained and free, 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, 5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, C. M. Going to Church. *TATE. Ps. 122. 1 O'TWAS a joyful sound to hear Up, Israel, to the temple haste, 2 At Salem's courts we must appear In strong and beauteous order ranged 3 'Tis thither, by divine command, 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 6 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends No less than brethren dear, I'll pray, 'May peace in Salem's towers 9. C. M. WATTS. Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear And keep the solemn day!' 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The Son of David holds his throne, 4 Peace be within this sacred place, 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still There my best friends, my kindred, dwell; 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! He makes the sinner sad, 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, There they behold thy gentler rays, God is their strength, and through the road 6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength, And join in nobler worship there. Blessedness of Public Worship. WATTS. Ps. 84. My heart aspires, with warm desires 2 The sparrow for her young With equal zeal to rise and dwell 3 To spend one sacred day Than thousand days beside. |