2 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
In us the heav'nly flame;

Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

3 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heav'n on earth appear.

1

1HOLY

TAPPAN.

OLY be this, as was the place, To him of Padan-aram known, Where Abram's God reveal'd his face, And caught the pilgrim to the thrones 2 Oh, how transporting was the glow That thrill'd his bosom, mix'd with fear, "Lo, the Eternal walks below,

The Highest tabernacles here!"

3 Be ours, when faith and hope grow dim,
The glories which the Patriarch saw;
And when we faint, may we, like him,
Fresh vigor from the vision draw.
4 Heav'n's lightning hover'd o'er his head,
And flash'd new splendors on his view ;'
Break forth, O Sun! and freely shed
Glad rays upon our Bethel too.

HYMN 321.

"TIS

IS ours to sojourn in a waste,
Barren and cold as Shinar's ground

No fruits of Eschol charm the taste,

No streams of Meribah are found.2 But Thou canst bid the desert bud,

With more than Sharon's rich display;
But Thou canst bid the cooling flood,
Gush from the rock and cheer the way.
3 We tread the path thy people trod,
Alternate sunshine, bitter tears;
Go Thou before, and with thy rod
Divide the Jordan of our fears.

4 Be ours the song of triumph giv'n,
Angelic themes to lips of clay;
And ours the holy harp of heav'n,
Whose strain dissolves the soul away.

HYMN 322.

L. M.

1

WATTS.

FAR
AR from my thoughts, vain world,

be gone,

Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;-
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee!

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire:
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love.
3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.

HOSKINS.

HYMN 323. C. M.

1 IN thy great name, O Lord, we come

To worship at thy feet;

Oh, pour thy Holy Spirit down

On all that now shall meet.

2 We come to hear Jehovah speak,
To hear the Saviour's voice;
Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek,
Now make our hearts rejoice.

3 Teach us to pray, and praise-to hear,
And understand thy word;

To feel thy blissful presence near,
And trust our living Lord.

4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove,
And saints rejoice in thee;
Let rebels be subdu'd by love,
And to the Saviour flee.

HYMN 324.

L. M.

NEWTON.

APPY the saints whose lot is cast,

1H Where oft is heard the gospel sound;

The word is pleasant to their taste,
A healing balm for ev'ry wound.

2 With joy they hasten to the place,

Where they their Saviour oft have met, And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget

3 This favor'd lot, my friends, is ours;
May we the privilege improve,
And find these consecrated hours,
Sweet earnests of the joys above.

1

HYMN 325. L. M.

G

DODDRIDGE.

On opening a place of worship.

REAT God, we to thy honor raise These walls to echo forth thy praise; Do thou, descending, fill the place With choicest tokens of thy grace. 2 Here let the great Redeemer reign, With all the graces of his train, While power divine his word attends, To conquer foes and cheer his friends. 3 And, in the great decisive day, When God the nations shall survey, May it before the world appear,

That crowds were born to glory here.

HYMN 326.

8, 7, 4.

Dismission.

RIPPON.

1 ORD, dismiss us with thy blessingFill our hearts with joy and peace;

Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
Oh, refresh us!

Trav'ling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

3 So, whene'er the signal's giv❜n,
Ús from earth to call away;
Borne on angels' wings to heav'n,
Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay,
May we, ready,

Rise and reign in endless day!

HYMN 327.

L. M.

HART.

1

1D'

ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord-
Help us to feed upon thy word;

All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good-
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give ev'ry fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

HYMN 328. 8s.

HIS God is the God we adore,

HART.

friend;

Whose love is as large as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end;