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.
Public Worship. Ps. 65.
1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
While thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson die.
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
While we, at humble distance taste
The vast delights thy worship gives.
5. 8 & 7s. M. J. TAYLOR.
Surrounding the Mercy Seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the Fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great
salvation?-
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws,
Lord! with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us
All our hope is from above.
Gentiles brought into the Temple.
1 GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place.
How kind the care
Our God displays
For us to raise
A house of prayer!
2 Though once estranged far,
We now approach the Throne,
For Jesus brings us near
And makes our cause his own.
Strangers no more,
To thee we come,
And find our home,
And rest secure.
3 To thee ourselves we join,
And love thy sacred name;
No more our own but thine,
We triumph in thy claim.
Our Father-King,
Thy covenant-grace
Our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;
And while such sweets we taste,
With joy our faces shine;
Incense shall rise
From flames of love,
And God approve
The sacrifice
5 May all the nations throng
To worship in thy house
Aa thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows;
Indulgent still,
Till earth conspire,
To join the choir,
On Zion's hill.
Pleasure and Advantage of divine Worship. Ps 84
1 HAPPY the men, whom strength divine
With ardent love and zeal inspires!
Whose steps to thy blest way incline,
With willing hearts and warm desires.
2 Still they pursue the painful road;
Increasing strength surmounts their fear,
Tili all at length, before their God,
In Zion's glorious courts appear.
3 God is a sun; our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows:
God is a shie, through all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.
4 He pours his kindest blessings down,
Profusely down, on souls sincere;
And grace shall guide, and glory crown
The happy favorites of his care.
5 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace!
How blest, divinely blest, is he,
Who trusts thy love and seeks thy face.
And fixes all his hopes on thee.
The Pleasure of public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.
5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
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