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The Lord my shepherd is
The spacious firmament on high
The voice of free grace cries “escape to the mountain' .
There is a land of pure delight
Thrice happy man who fears the Lord .
1. 8 & 7s M. # * * Written for the Dedication of the Chapel. 1 BLEssed Lord, we hail thy mission, Love descending from the skies, Since on earth, by thy commission, Public charities arise.
2 Glorious fields of human labor —
Thou ordained'st here to be ; –
Kindness, to his helpless neighbor,
Man, in these, can learn of thee.
3 When on earth thy blessing often
Soothed the mind's distracting care
Thy kind aid was lent to soften
Ills that all our joys impair.
4 Lord, we ask thy blessing for us, Guide and guard us while we live : Light and comfort here afford us, Cheer our hearts, our pangs relieve.
5 Come, ye heralds of salvation, — Teach us here the heavenly word, Tho' indeed a humble station, — Dedicate it to the Lord.
2. L. M. DoDDRIDGE, ALTERED.
Altered for the Dedication of the Chapel.
1 GREAT God, we ask thy presence now,
Before thy throne we humbly bow,
O, make this house thine earthly home,
And here indeed, “Thy kingdom come.’
2 These walls we to thy honor raise,
Long may they echo with thy praise,
Descend we ask, and fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 Here let the great Redeemer reign, –
The purest worship here maintain,
May power divine its solace give
And minds oppress'd, revive and live.
4 Accept our grateful thanks, O Lord,
That we can hear, and learn thy word ;
Assembled round thy mercy seat,
Can praises sing and prayers repeat.
We thank thee Lord, that in this house,
We may henceforth repeat our vows, -
Direct us in that blessed road
That leads us straightway up to God.
3. C. M. CRoswell. Written for the Dedication of the Chapel. 1 THE dearest room of all this pile — A pile to mercy dear —
Lord, hallow with thy gladdening smile,
And grant thy presence here !
To Thee, its walls are set apart,
Who, in our flesh enshrined,
Art pledged to heal the broken heart,
And feel for human kind.
3 Be here, our great perpetual Guest,
O Saviour, night and day,
To give the heavy laden rest,
And bear their griefs away!
4 With that still voice that melts the soul
In soothing prayer and psalm,
The tumult of our thoughts control
To thy divinest calm
5 Here, tune anew the jarring sense,
Life's uncoiled springs re-wind,
And garnish for thy residence,
The mansions of the mind '
6 Ascend, O Son of God, thy throne,
Let Reason feel thy sway,
Till in thy light we find our own,
And darkness turn to day !
4. S. M. WATTs.
Call to Worship. Ps. 95.
1 CoME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing ;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown ;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord :
We are his works, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
5, 6 CHRIST — SCRIPTURES.
5. L. M. GREgg.
Not ashamed of Jesus.
1 JESUs, and can it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee *
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may,
When I’ve no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ?
No ; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Till then —nor is the boasting vain—
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ;
And O, may this my portion be,
That Saviour 's not ashamed of me !
6. L. M. WATTs.
The Books of Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19.
1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But, when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days thy power confess ;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand ;
So when thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.