power, Should tempt my feet to leave Thy 3 God is our Sun; He makes our day: God is our Shield; He guards our way From all the assaults of hell and sin; From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too; He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious host of heaven obey; L.M. I will command My blessing upon you. 799 1 COMM What shall I render unto the Lord. 1 LOVE the Lord! He lent an ear When I for help implored; He rescued me from all my fear; Therefore I love the Lord. 2 Return, my soul, unto Thy rest, 3 4 5 For all Thy benefits to me, So great, so numberless? Hear and record my vow, While in Thy courts I seek Thy face, OMMAND Thy blessing from 6 Henceforth to Thee myself I give, above, O God, on all assembled here; With single heart and eye, 801 1 2 Command Thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! None dare to curse whom Thou hast 5 With Thee and these for ever found, May all the souls who here unite, With harps and songs Thy throne surround, Rest in Thy love, and reign in light. JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1816. C.M. The Lord's throne is in heaven. WITH PSA. xi. 4. 1822. ITH sacred joy we lift our eyes 2 Before the awful throne we bow Thy service, unconstrained and free, 4 We come through Christ; through Our great High Priest above: He intercedes before the throne,— Accept us through His love. 5 While in Thy house of prayer we 2 All nature owns His guardian care, In My Father's house are many HOUGH nature's temple, large Resounds with joyful lays, 2 A fairer habitation greets The Christian's joyful eye, Where Christ his new-born wishes meets, And lifts his hopes on high: 3 A calm asylum for the soul, With guilt and fear opprest, Where mercy waits, as seasons roll, To give the weary rest. In Him we live and move; 3 He gave His Son, His only Son, 'Tis here He makes His goodness And gives us life again. [known, 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come. "Tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in Thee: Their humble hope Thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free. A great multitude, which no man could number.-REV. vii. 9. ING we the song of those who 4 The still small voice of heavenly love, 1 SING we Here calls our thoughts away 5 While faith, with undiverted eyes, 6 Lord! with delight my constant fcet Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime, and land— 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here; 3 Our Saviour and His flock appear 4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain! 5 Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing, [sting? 1 3 Gladly the toys of earth we leave,-2 To Thee our will, soul, flesh, wc give; fili; 3 4 WHAT PSA. cxvi. 14. HAT shall I render to my God For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne. My offerings shall be paid; Thou ever-blessed God! [sight! How precious is their blood? How happy all Thy servants are! My life, which Thou hast made Thy [care, 2 Distracting thoughts and cares re- 2 Lord, awaken all around; move, And fix our hearts and hopes above; With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread. 3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy: Teach us to know and do Thy will: Let them know the joyful sound; 3 Glorious things of thee are told, 1782. 809 L.M. Wilt Thou not revive us again? PSA. lxxxv. 6. 1 Praise God in His sanctuary. PSA. cl. 1. 10 THOU that hearest! let our God's own house pronounce His prayer Like incense come before Thy face; Behold our Intercessor there, The pledge and surety of Thy grace. 2 Amidst us, Lord, Thy work revive; Let Thine Almighty power be known: O bid the dying sinner live, The stubborn bow before Thy throne! 3 Deep fix conviction, like a dart, In the galled conscience, ne'er to 2 praise, His grace He there reveals; To heaven your joy and wonder For there His glory dwells. [raise, Let all your sacred passions move, While you rehearse His deeds; But, the great work of saving love Your highest praise exceeds. 3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blest; Yet, when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise Him best. S the dew from heaven distilling, Gently on the grass descends, And revives it, thus fulfilling What Thy providence intends; Let Thy doctrine, Lord! so gracious, Thus descending from above, Blest by Thee, prove efficacious To fulfil Thy work of love.. 2 Lord! behold Thy congregation, |