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4 May the gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief from all complaints :
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,

Till we join the church above.
L. M.

WATTS. Praise to our Creator. 1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your sovereign King ;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice;

With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God; 't is he alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work, and not our own,

The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ;

With praises to his courts repair ;
And make it your divine employ

To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; Great is his



mercy sure ; And all the race of man shall find

His truth from age to age endure. 17. S. M.

The Sabbath welcomed.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise ;
Welcome to this reviving breast

And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day ;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amid the place

Where Christ, my Lord, has been
Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise and soar away

To everlasting bliss.
S. P. M.

Delight in the House of God.
1 HOW pleased and blest was I

To hear the people cry,
“Come, let us seek our God to-day!”

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;

In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
L. M.

WATTS. The Sovereign Jehovah. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone ;
He can create and he destroy.


2 His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people ; we his care ;

Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name ?
4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs,

High as the heaven our voices raise ;
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command ;

Vast as eternity thy love ;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.
C. M.

BARBAULD. The Lord's Day Morning. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 0, what a night was that which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
O, what a sun, which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn ;
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.


7s. M.

Prayer for a Blessing on Public Worship.
1 TO thy temple we repair ;

Lord, we love to worship there ;
While to thee our prayers ascend

Let thine ear in love attend ;
2 While thy glorious name is sung,

Tune our lips, inspire our tongue ;
Then our joyful souls shall bless

Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While thy word is heard with awe,

While we tremble at thy law,
Let thy gospel's wondrous love

Every doubt and fear remove.
4 From thy house when we return,

Let our hearts within us burn;
Then, at evening, we may say,
“ We have walked with God to-day.”


L. M.

Public Worship.
10, COME, loud anthems let us sing,

Loud thanks to our Almighty King ;
For we our voices high should raise,

When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,

To thank him for his favors past ;
To him address, in joyful songs,

The praise that to his name belongs.
3 0, let us to his courts repair,

And bow with adoration there ;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall!


L. M.

SALISBURY COLL. The House of God. 1 LO, God is here ! Let us adore,

And humbly bow before his face ;
Let all within us feel his power,

Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night,

United choirs of angels sing;
To him, enthroned above all height,

Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings, may our praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill!
Still may we stand before thy face,

Still hear and do thy sovereign will !



C. M.
Longing for the House of God.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,

I baste to seek thy face ;
My thirsty spirit faints away

Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand;

And they must drink, or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last, expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King ;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

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