to the grave our friends are borne,

519

with ceaseless course, the sun,

643

Who, gracious Father! can complain, shall ascend thy heav'nly place, not tremble, mighty God!

remorse and woe opprest,

Why do we mourn departing friends,
does the will of heav'n ordain,
is my heart with grief opprest?

should I thus perplex,

this earth delight us so?

281

139

334

527

521

415

418

384

474

will

sinks my weak desponding mind,

293

With ecstacy of joy,

you waste, on trifling cares,

339

232

With eye impartial, heav'n's high King,
God my friend, the radiant sun,

Hymn

138

422

my whole heart I 've sought thy face, 315

one consent let all the earth,

44

sacred joy we lift our eyes,

17

songs and honours sounding loud,

79

transport, Lord! we view the page,

478

warm affection let us view,

634

delight and grateful joy,

632

Would you behold the works of God,

590

Ye foll'wers of the prince of peace, glitt'ring toys of earth! adieu, golden lamps of heav'n! farewell, humble souls, complain no more,

that seek the Lord,

497

318

486

477

245

A SELECTION

OF

SACRED POETRY, &c.

PART I.

Christian Worship, and the Lord's Day.

1. C. M. WATTS.

The privilege of public worship.
1 THE LORD in Zion plac'd his name,
His ark was settled there;
To Zion the whole nation came
To worship thrice a year.

2 But we have no such lengths to go,
Nor wander far abroad:
Wherever we assemble now,
There is a house for GOD.

3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

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4 Here let the Son of David reign;
Let God's anointed shine;.
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and pow'r divine.

The house of prayer.

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 pray'r!

2 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 cov❜nant-grace
Our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.

3 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.

4 May all the nations throng
To worship in thy house;
And thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows;
Indulgent still,

Till earth conspire,
To join the choir,
On Zion's hill.

3. P. M. WATTS.

Delight in public worship.

1 LORD of the worlds above!
How pleasant and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my GOD.

20 happy souls that pray
Where GoD appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they

Who love the way

To Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,