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3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:

God is their Strength, and through the road
They lean upon their Helper, God.

5 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

HYMN 131. S. M. [#]

Solemn Call to Praise.

1 COME, Sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord :
We are his work, and his alone;
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor more provoke his rod;

Come, make his heavenly paths your choice,
And own your gracious God.

5 Thus you the joys will share,
Which from devotion rise;
And heavenly grace your souls prepare
For bliss that never dies.

HYMN 132. L. M. [#]
Joys of God's House.

1 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.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place

Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt me to desert thy door.

3 All needful grace wilt thou bestow,

And crown that grace with glory too;
Thy hand gives all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

4 O God, my King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.

HYMN 133. C. P. M. [#]

Attendance on Worship.

1 I'LL bless Jehovah's glorious name, Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaim,

With every morning light; And, at the close of every day, To him my cheerful homage pay, Who guards me through the night. 2 Then in his churches to appear, And pay my humble worship there, Shall be my sweet employ : The day that saw my Saviour rise Shall dawn on my delighted eyes With pure and holy joy.

3 With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I'll celebrate the dying feast
Of my exalted Lord;

And, while his perfect love I view,
His bright example I'll pursue,
And meditate his word.

HYMN 134. 61. L. M. [#]
Lord's Day Morning.

1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in work divine

These solemn, these devoted hours!
O may our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne!

2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;

Where God resides appear no more: Omniscient God, thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore; O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine!

3 The word of life, dispensed to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
May every ear the call obey,

Be every heart an humble guest:
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed!


HYMN 135. C. M. [#]
Angelic Message.

1 WHAT sudden glories did surprise
Shepherds who watched their fold!
A heavenly form salutes their eyes,
Arrayed in shining gold!

2 "Twas night, and gloomy darkness hung Over the lands afar;

Shepherds in pensive numbers sung,
Or watched the twinkling star.

3 Deep musing on the prophecies Of glories then to come,

With glimmering hopes and longing eyes,
They of Messiah sung.

4 Behold, the tidings, which we bring
To you of heavenly grace,
Are of your long-expected King,
The Saviour of your race.

5 To-day is born, in Bethlehem,
The long-expected Light,
To rule the New Jerusalem,
And turn to day the night.

HYMN 136. C. M. [#]
Angel's Song.

1 SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, And send your fears away;

News from the region of the skies-
The Saviour's born to-day!

2 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal, shining things;

A manger for his cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings!

3 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around
The heavenly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song :—

4 Glory to God who reigns above;
Let peace abound on earth;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth.

H. M. [#]

HYMN 137.
Christ's Birth proclaimed.

1 HARK! what celestial notes,
What melody, we hear!
Soft on the morn it floats,

And fills the ravished ear.

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