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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,

And sing his power divine !
2 These seasons of delight

The dawn of glory seem,
Like rays of pure, celestial light,

Which on our spirits beam.
3 0, blest assurance this ;

Bright morn of heavenly day;
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss,

That cheers the pilgrim's way.
4 Thus may our joys increase,

Our love more ardent grow,
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace

Refresh our souls below. 26.

L. M. Worship acceptable from every Place. 10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in songs sublime,

And prophets praised with glowing tonglie ; 2 Not now on Zion's height alone

Thy favored worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son

Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the servent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,


To thee, at last, in every clime,

Shall temples rise and praise be sung. 27. 7. M.

The acceptable Worship.
1 FATHER of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face

Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,

Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring,

At thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring

Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul, .

By the melting eye expressed ;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;-
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,

Heal the wounded, feed the poor ;
Love, embracing all our kind;

Charity, with liberal store :
Teach us, O thou Heavenly King,

Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted offering bring,

Love to thee and all mankind. 28.

C. M. Rippon's COLL.

1 HOLY and reverend is the name

Of our Eternal King ;
" Thrice holy Lord ! " the angels cry ;
". Thrice holy !” let us sing.


2 The deepest reverence of the mind

Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart

To his sublime abode.
3 With sacred awe pronounce his name,

Whom words nor thoughts can reach :
A contrite heart will please him more

Than the best forms of speech.
4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul

From all pollution free;
The pure in heart are thy delight,

And they thy face shall see. 29.

S. M. Spirit of the Psalms.

Enjoyment in Worship. 1 SWEET is the task, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,

And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,

Thy boundless love to tell ;
And, when the night-wind shuts the flower,

Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join, in heart and voice,
With those who love and serve thee best,

And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ

Eternally in heaven.
C. M.

BOWRING. Pure Worship. 1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise,

Of mingled praise and prayer,

Are but a worthless sacrifice

Unless the heart is there.
2 Upon thine all-discerning ear

Let no vain words intrude ;
No tribute but the vow sincere,

The tribute of the good.
3 My offerings will indeed be blest,

If sanctified by thee, —
If thy pure spirit touch my breast

With its own purity.
4 0, may that spirit warm my heart

To piety and love,
And to life's lowly vale impart

Some rays from heaven above !

L. M.

WATTS, Delight in the Sabbath. 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ;
To show thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O, may my heart in tune be found,

Like David's harp of solemn sound !
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word ;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine !
How deep thy counsels ! how divine !
4 When shall I see, and hear, and know,

All I desired or wished below,
And every power find sweet employ
In an eternal world of joy ?

C. M.


Anticipating Worship.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there ;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 0, may thy spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face. 33.

C. M.

H. Ware, Jr.
Indoking God's Aid.
1 FATHER in heaven, to thee my heart

Would lift itself in prayer ;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought,

And show thy presence there.
2 Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of my Lord,
Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.
3 0, help me break the galling chains

This world has round me thrown,
Each passion of my heart subdue,

Each darling sin disown.
4 O Father, kindle in my breast

A never-dying flame

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