Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;
Glory to their Maker give,
And homage to their King.
Hallow'd be his name beneath,
As in heaven on earth adored;
Praise the Lord in every breath;
Let all things praise the Lord.
27. c. M. WATTS.
ONE privilege my heart desires;
Lord, grant me an abode
Within the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy glory still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And learn thy holy will.
O THOU whose mercy bends the skies
To save when humble sinners pray,
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,
And islands of the northern sea.
The praise of Zion waits for thee,
And praise, O Lord, becomes thy house;
Thy people here thy glory see,
And here perform their public vows.
GREAT God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
AGAIN, O Lord, within thy temple met, Be all our thoughts devout, our hearts sincere ;
So shall we not the frequent vows forget That our united souls have offer'd here.
And in thy holy presence while we bow, While thanks and praises, Lord, to thee we
Thy blessing on our services bestow,
That to thy glory we may ever live.
31. L. M. WATTS.
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.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast:
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word.
WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies
Where dwells eternal love.
Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
With fervour teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.
COME celebrate your God and king,
Awake the song, awake the string;
His power invoke, his praise proclaim,
As faithful heralds to his fame :
Aloud declare through every land
The wonders of his mighty hand.
O let his name your thoughts employ,
His name, fit theme of highest joy!
Such joy may each for ever share
Whose steps to Salem's fane repair!
O frequent seek that blest abode!
O seek the face of Jacob's God!
GREAT God, this sacred day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers;
May we employ in work divine
These solemn, these devoted hours!
Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;
Where God resides appear no more:
Omniscient God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore.
NOT with our slaughter'd flocks we come,
Nor vessels fill'd with purest oil;
No smoking incense fills the dome,
Nor priests begin their bloody toil.
For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare
The sacrifice thy love demands;
A soul repentant and sincere,
A grateful heart and liberal hands.
P. M. LIVERPOOL COLLECTION.
1.
To thee, O God, without delay,
Our duteous homage we will pay;
For thee we long, to thee we look :
So travellers in desert lands,
Midst sultry gleams and scorching sands,
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
Within thy courts we've seen thy power,
And learn'd to prize thy favour more
Than life itself, with all its joys:
Here let thy smiles again appear,
Again our drooping spirits cheer,
And to thy praise attune our voice.
37. P. M. J. TAYLOR.
HERE, Lord, within thy sacred dome,
We bring no vain oblation;
The pious heart here finds its home,
And glows with adoration :
Great is the Lord, his praise be great;
We bow, we worship at his feet,
And bless his great salvation.
38. C. M. WATTS.
How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
In God's own house let us appear,
And keep the solemn day!
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