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C. M. BOWRING.
1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise,
2 Upon thine all discerning ear
3 Our offerings will indeed be blest,
If thy pure Spirit touch the breast
4 O may that Spirit warm each heart
And to life's lowly vale impart
7s. J. TAYLOR.
1 LORD, before thy presence come,
2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
3.At the portals of thy house,
We resign our earth-born cares:
C. M. BROWNE.
1 WHEREWITH shall we approach the Lord, And bow before his throne?
Oh! how procure his kind regard,
2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
Will these our earnest wish succeed,
3 O no, our souls! 't were fruitless all; Such offerings are vain:
No fatlings from the field or stall
4 To men their rights we must allow,
To God with humble reverence bow,
C. M. JARVIS.
1 BEFORE the awful throne we bow
Here we present the solemn vow,
2 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
3 While in thy house of prayer we kneel
4 With fervour teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
S. M. E. TAYLOR.
Invitation to the House of God.
1 COME to the house of prayer,
The God of peace shall meet thee there,
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be
4 Ye young, before his throne,
L. M. WATTS.
Delight in Worship.
1 FAR from our thoughts, vain world, be gone; Let our religious hours alone;
Fain would our eyes our Saviour see;
2 Oh! warm our hearts with holy fire,
2 While we can have the meanest place
5 Author of good! whose sovereign sway
L. M. ANONYMOUS.
1 WHEN to his temple God descends,
4 Oh! dearest hours of all we know-
Here would we choose our fixed abode, And dwell for ever near our God.
1 HOW charming is the place
2 Here, on the mercy-seat,
3 To him their prayers and cries
And while he hears their humble sighs, He grants them all their wants.
4 Give us, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode;
Among the children of thy grace,
C. M. WESLEY.
1 HAPPY the souls in Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone:
Walking in all his ways, they find
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
⚫ 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise;
4 The holy to the holiest leads;
C. M. NEWTON.
The presence of God sought in his house. 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear! Thy presence now display:
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 message of thy love.
3 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
Oh make us creatures of thy power,
C. M. PRATT'S COLL.
1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,
Again with joyful feet we come,
2 Within these walls let holy peace,
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The feeling heart-the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.