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And in his praises join,
And sing his power divine !
The dawn of glory seem,
Which on our spirits beam.
Bright morn of heavenly day;
That cheers the pilgrim's way.
Our love more ardent grow,
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,
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.
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Or the busy walks of men,
Claiming large returns again.
At thine altars when we bow ?
Whence the kind affections flow;
By the melting eye expressed ;
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;-
Heal the wounded, feed the poor ;
Charity, with liberal store :
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Love to thee and all mankind. 28.
C. M. Rippon's COLL.
Of our Eternal King ;
SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
2 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
To his sublime abode.
Whom words nor thoughts can reach :
Than the best forms of speech.
From all pollution free;
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,
And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,
Thy boundless love to tell ;
Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest,
To join, in heart and voice,
And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,
Eternally in heaven.
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.
Let no vain words intrude ;
The tribute of the good.
If sanctified by thee, —
With its own purity.
To piety and love,
Some rays from heaven above !
WATTS, Delight in the Sabbath. 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ;
And talk of all thy truth at night.
Like David's harp of solemn sound !
All I desired or wished below,
My voice ascending high ;
To thee lift up mine eye.
The wicked shall not stand ;
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
To taste thy mercies there ;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness,
And plain before my face. 33.
H. Ware, Jr.
Would lift itself in prayer ;
And show thy presence there.
The mercies of my Lord,
To bear me on to God.
This world has round me thrown,
Each darling sin disown.
A never-dying flame