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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.

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L. M.

*WATTS.

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.

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D. TURNER.

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.

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C. M.

WATTS.

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.

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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.

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6 Here let the Son of David reign-
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

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S. M.

*E. TAYLOR.

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.

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L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

House of God.

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.

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L. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Offering of the Heart,

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.

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L. M.

*STENNETT.

The Lord's Day.

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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