2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength; Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height and breadth and 2 Of Thine immeasurable grace. [length 3 Now to the God, whose power can do

More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done,

Let all within us feel His power, And silent bow before His face.

Lo, God is here: Him day and night United choirs of angels sing;

To Him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring.

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709.

30 “Gott ist gegenwärtig. O lasset uns anbeten.”

(Abridged form.)

I Lo, God is here: let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place;
MORNINGTON. S. M.

Thy courts with grateful incense fill;
Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will.
Gerhard Tersteegen (1697—1769), 1731|
Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791), 1739. Ab. and alt.

Lord MORNINGTON (1720-1781), 1760.
Arr. by LOWELL MASON, 1822.

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"Ask what I shall give thee."

I KINGS iii. 5.

2 My soul, ask what thou wilt,

Thou canst not be too bold;

Since His own blood for thee He spilt, What else can He withhold?

3 Thine image, Lord, bestow,

Thy presence and Thy love;

I ask to serve Thee here below, And reign with Thee above. 4 Teach me to live by faith,

Conform my will to Thine, Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine.

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807), 1779. Ab. Importunity in Prayer.

LUKE Xviii. 1−7.

I OUR Lord, who knows full well

The heart of every saint,

Invites us all our griefs to tell, To pray, and never faint.

2 He bows His gracious ear,
We never plead in vain ;
Yet we must wait till He appear,
And pray, and pray again.

3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear

His chosen when they cry;

And though He may a while forbear, He'll help them from on high.

4 Then let us earnest be,

And never faint in prayer;

He loves our importunity,

And makes our cause His care.

Rev. John Newton. 1779. Ab and alt

2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell;

And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve Thee best, And in Thy Name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,

That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in Heaven.

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Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

Glory begun.

1 COME, we that 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

That never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King
May 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

And this His festal day,

When He accepts the humblest vows
That we sincerely pay.

3 The Sabbath to our sires

In mercy first was given;

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

Our hearts for Him to fill;

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

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1834

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The Day far spent. LUKE XXIV. 29.

2 We have not reached that land, That happy land, as yet,

Where holy angels round Thee stand, Whose sun can never set.

3 Our sun is sinking now,

Our day is almost o'er;

O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore.

Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1842.

The Worship that never ceases.

1 OUR day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
Yet
pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.

2 Around the throne on high

Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

3 Too faint our anthems here ;

Too soon of praise we tire;

But, O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir.

4 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will

If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.

5 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our daily life a psalm Of glory to Thy Name.

6 A little while, and then

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Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend.

Rev. John Ellerton (1826-), 1867.

"Hath not where to lay His Head."
LUKE ix. 58.

I ALMIGHTY God, to-night
To Thee for help we pray;
To whom the darkness is as light,
And midnight like the day.

2 Thy tender love and care
Prepares our peaceful bed;

But Thou, O Saviour, hadst not where
To lay Thy blessed head.

3 O keep us now from harm,
As Thou hast done before;
And let Thine everlasting arm
Be round us evermore.

4 Let holy angels stand

About us every night,
Until they bear us to the land
Of everlasting light.

Rev. John Mason Neale, 1842. Ab

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guide my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637—1711), 1697, 1709. Ab.

13 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make,
To serve my God when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply,
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye Heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Bp. Thomas Ken. 1697, 1709. Ab

"Abide with us."

LUKE XXIV. 29.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live ;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine;
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.

Rev. John Keble (1792-1866), 1827. Ab.

Evening Praise and Prayer. Ps. iv.

I THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far His power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,
And I perhaps am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head,
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
4 Faith in His Name forbids my fear;
O may Thy presence ne'er depart;
And, in the morning, make me hear
The love and kindness of Thy heart.

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground;
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. Ab.