2.

My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my saviour reigns.

3.

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace

Be her attendants blest!

LORD, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy mercy and adore:
Here we behold thy blissful face,
And learn the wonders of thy power.

2.

Father, my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side;
And when my feet shall hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.

COME let us all unite our joys,

And to the Lord our voices raise:
Before his gracious presence come
With thankful hearts and hymns of praise.

2.

O let your cheerful temper show
The God you serve is good and kind!
Praise him for all his mercies past,

And wait with joy for those behind.

SEEK we pure and lasting joys, Seek we pleasures most refined, Which nor time nor chance destroys, Suited to the heaven-born mind? With heart and tongue united worshipraise: Man's wisest, noblest work is prayer and praise.

2.

While seraphic ranks on high

Endless Halleluias sing,

Let our feebler voices try

Grateful songs to God our king;

With heart and tongue united worshipraise: Man's wisest, noblest work is prayer and praise.

42. L. M. CAPPE'S COLLECTION.

1.

AGAIN our weekly labours end,
And we the sabbath's call attend;
Improve, my soul, the sacred rest,
And learn for ever to be blest.

2.

This day may our devotions rise
To heaven a grateful sacrifice,

And heaven that peace divine bestow
Which none but they who feel it know!

LORD, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that THOU art near.

2.

Wandering thoughts and languid powers,
Come not where devotion kneels!
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.

3.

Now begin the glorious song,
Theme of wonder, love, and joy:
Angels shall the notes prolong;
Seraphs! 'tis your blest employ.

44.

C. M. MRS. BARBAULD.

1.

SLEEP, sleep today, tormenting cares
Of earth and folly born!

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this cœlestial morn.

2.

Tomorrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

3.

Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;

And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!

45. L. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1.

WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign's praise abroad?

2.

From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3.

Vain sinful man! Creation's lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

46. c. M. WATTS.

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 mercy there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

SANCTUS.

HOLY holy, holy, Lord God of hosts! Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.

Glory be to thee, O Lord, most high!