2 Long have we roamed in want and pain 25. 11s. M. EDMESTON. The House of God. I THERE's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat, From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows; A holy, a sweet and a lovely retreat, A spring of refreshment, a place of repose. 2 'Tis the house of my God, 't is the dwelling of prayer, The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise; 3 For a refuge like this, ah, what praises are due! 26. 8 & 7s. M. The Fount of Blessing. J. TAYLOR. 1 FAR from mortal cares retreating, 2 From the fount of glory beaming, 27. 3 Who may share this great salvation? 4 Blessings all around bestowing, 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear; prayer; 2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, 3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, 28. O, make us, creatures of thy power, 7s. M. Preparation for Worship. 1 LORD, before thy presence come, J. TAYLOR. 2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers 29, 3 At the portals of thine house, "Hallowed be Thy name." 1 HOLY and reverend is the name Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; 2 The deepest reverence of the mind 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul The pure in heart are thy delight, 30. S. M. URWICK'S COLL Pleasures of Spiritual Worship. 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, 2 These seasons of delight Like rays of pure, celestial light, 27. 3 Who may share this great salvation? 4 Blessings all around bestowing, 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear; We kneel within thy house of prayer; 2 The clouds which veil thee from our sight, In pity, Lord, remove; Dispose our minds to hear aright The 3 Help us, with holy fear and joy, O, make us, creatures of thy power, 28. 7s. M. J. TAYLOR. Preparation for Worship. 1 LORD, before thy presence come, Bow we down with holy fear; Call our erring footsteps home, Let us feel that thou art near. 2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers 29, 3 At the portals of thine house, "Hallowed be Thy name."" 1 HOLY and reverend is the name Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Lift with thy hands a holy heart 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul The pure in heart are thy delight, 30. S. M. URWICK'S COLL Pleasures of Spiritual Worship. 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, 2 These seasons of delight Like rays of pure, celestial light, |