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Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive,
Never more thy temples leave.
P PONT. Universal Worship. 10 Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue 2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son,
Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer-
To Heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee. 5 ( Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
Prayer for special Favor.
In glory now appear;
And shed thy blessings here.
2 When we thy mercy-seat surround,
Thy Spirit, Lord, impart ;
With power reach every heart.
Here give the mourners rest;
Enthroned in every breast.
And humł le prayer arise,
In realms beyond the skies.
Attend his holy place ;
And sing his wondrous grace.
And raise your thanks on high ;
Above the starry sky.
With rays of quickening grace :
Whose presence fills the place.
My old companions say
2 Our willing feet shall stand
Within thy temple-door ;
Shall throng the sacred floor.
And harmony be found.
Prosperity abound !
Our prayer shall never cease
God send his people peace !
O ye afflicted, come :
He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In kindred homage bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love :
Your lips forget to move.
Come, bow ; your voices raise,
Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all —
6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
And heaven on earth be won.
How pleasant and how fair
Thine earthly temples, are !
Where God appoints to hear !
Their constant service there !
Throughout these mortal years,
Till each in heaven appears :
At thy feet we humbly bow;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ?
Now we seek thee ; here we stay;
3 Comfort those who weep and mourn ;
Let the time of joy return;
Thee a God supremely kind;
Let us all rejoice in thee. 23.
L. M. . ANONYMOUI.
Prepare us to receive thy word;
And faith be mixed with what we hear. 2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
And satisfied with living bread.
Reduce to practice what we hear.
Teach us to know and do thy wili;
And guide us to the realms of day.
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;