The Church her Sabbaths still requires
To speed her on to heaven.

4 We still, like them of old,
Are in the wilderness;

And God is still as near His fold,
To pity and to bless.

5 Then let us open wide

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Our hearts for Him to fill;

And He that Israel then supplied
Will help His Israel still.

H. F. Lyte.

COME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
Should speak their joys abroad.

3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound

And every tear be dry;

S. M.

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We're marching through Emmanuel's
To fairer worlds on high.

I. Watts.

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AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb,

Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of His dying love,

Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.

3 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ, th' eternal King.

4 Soon shall we hear Him say,

"Ye blessèd children, come; Soon will He call us hence away, And take His wanderers home.

5 There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices swell the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

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S. M.

W. Hammond.

6,6,6,6,4,4.

LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.

2 Oh, happy souls who pray
Where God appoints to hear!
Oh, happy men who pay

Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still;
And happy they

Who love the way
To Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears.
Oh, glorious seat,

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When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!

WITH joy we lift our eyes

I. Watts.

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before Thy throne we bow,
O Thou almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

3 While in Thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal
And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray
And tune our lips to sing;

Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

S. M.

T. Jervis.

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8,7,8,7,7,7.

OPEN now Thy gates of beauty,
Zion, let me enter there,
Where my soul in joyful duty

Waits for Him who answers pray'r:
Oh, how blessed is this place,
Filled with solace, light, and grace.

2 Yes, my God, I come before Thee,
Come Thou also down to me;
Where we find Thee and adore Thee,
There a heaven on earth must be.
To my heart, oh, enter Thou,
Let it be Thy temple now.

3 Here Thy praise is gladly chanted,
Here Thy seed is duly sown ;
Let my soul, where it is planted,
Bring forth precious sheaves alone,
So that all I hear may be

Fruitful unto life in me.

4 Thou my faith increase and quicken,
Let me keep Thy Gift divine,
Howsoe'er temptations thicken;

May Thy Word still o'er me shine,
As my pole-star through my life,
As my comfort in my strife.

5 Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee,
Let Thy will be done indeed ;
May I undisturbed draw near Thee
Whilst Thou dost Thy people feed.
Here of life the fountain flows,
Here is balm for all our woes.

B. Schmolck. Tr. C. Winkworth.

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C. M.

LORD, when we bend before Thy throne And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own

And hate what we deplore.

2 Our broken spirit pitying see;
True penitence impart;

Then let a kindling glance from Thee
Beam hope upon the heart.

3 When our responsive tongues essay
Their grateful hymns to raise,
Grant that our souls may join the lay
And mount to Thee in praise.

4 When we disclose our wants in prayer
May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share
That is not wholly Thine.

5 May faith each meek petition fill
And waft it to the skies,

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it or denies.

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J. D. Carlyle.

C. M.

COME, Thou desire of all Thy saints,
Our humble strains attend,

While with our praises and complaints,
Low at Thy feet we bend.

2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls, on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies!