Where God resorts,
I love it more to keep the door Than shine in courts.
4 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay
Their constant service there! They praise thee still;
And happy they that love the way To Zion's hill!
5 They go from strength to strength Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length- Till each in heaven appears. O glorious seat,
When God, our King, shall thither bring Our willing feet.
Delight in Public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs. To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun - he makes our day; God is our shield-he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too.
He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.
5. O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious host of heaven obey, Display thy grace, exert thy power, Till all on earth thy name adore.
Excellence of Public Worship.
1 LORD of hosts, how lovely fair, E'en on earth, thy temples are! Here thy waiting people see Much of heaven, and much of thee. 2 From thy gracious presence flows Bliss that softens all our woes, While thy Spirit's holy fire
Warms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne; Here thou mak'st thy glories known; Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. 4 Thus, with festive songs of joy, We our happy lives employ- Love, and long to love thee more, Till from earth to heaven we soar.
The Jewish Temple and Christian Church. Ps. 132.
1 THE Lord in Zion placed his name:
His ark was settled there:
To Zion the whole nation came To worship thrice a year.
2 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad: Where'er thy saints assemble now There is a house for God.
3 Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest:
Lo, thy church waits with longing eyes Thus to be owned and blessed.
4 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word;
All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.
5 Here, mighty God, accept our vows; Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread.
6 Here let the Son of David reign- Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine.
Call to the House of Prayer.
1 COME to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come:
The God of peace shall meet you there- He makes that house his home.
2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love:
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all- Who see'st the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call
6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won.
1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore, And humbly bow before his face; Let all within us feel his power; Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night, United choirs of angels sing: To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 3 Being of beings! may thy praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill : Still may we stand before thy face— Still hear and do thy sovereign will, 4 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; More of thine image may we bear; Erect thy throne within our heart, And reign without a rival there.
1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors, shall he pay? How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems and gold and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? 3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou, shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
1 ANOTHER Six-days' work is done- Another sabbath is begun.
Enjoy, my soul, the sacred rest; Improve the day that God has blest.
2 Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to weary minds- Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives, this day, the food of seven. 3 This day may our devotions rise As grateful incense to the skies; May heaven that peace divine bestow Which none but they who feel it know. 4 This holy calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the sons of God remains The end of cares, the end of pains.
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