Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive, Never more thy temples leave. 16. L. M. 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. PRESBYTERIAN OL 17. 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. 18. C. M. WIT. 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. MONTGOMERY S. M. 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 ! E. TAYLOR. 20. S. M. 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. 21 H. M. 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 : 75. 22. HAMMOND 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. HEBER Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; |