God with us.

12.

N. L. FROTHINGHAM. 2 Not now on Zion's height alone 10 God, whose presence glows in all Thy favored worshipper may dwell; Within, around us, and above!

Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Sat weary by the patriarch's wull.
Whose word is Truth, whose name is
Love.

3 From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the fervent prayer 2 That truth be with the heart believed,

The incense of the heart — may rise Of all who seek this sacred place;

To heaven, and find acceptance there. With power proclaimed, in peace received,

4 ( Thou to whom, in ancient time, Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace. The lyre of prophet-bards was strung !3 That love its holy influence pour,

To thee, at last, in every clime, To keep us meek and make us free,

Shall temples rise, and praise bi sung. And throw its binding blessing more

Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side;

44. Subjection to our Father. DODDRIDGE Send in its calm upon the breast: 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought, For we would know no other guide, Be all beneath thyself forgot: And we can need no other rest.

Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, 13.

In prostrate homage round thy throne. Universal Worship. 1 0 Thou to whom, in ancient time, 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Of thee some faint reflected ray, Whom kings adored in song sublime, They, wondering, to their Father rise. And prophets praised with glowing Ilis power how vast ! his thoughts how tongue!

The Sabbath.

CH. PSALMODY

Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart; 52.
And bid thy words, with life divine,

1 SAFELY through another week Engage the ear, and warm the heart:

God has brought us on our way. Then shall the day indeed be thine;

Let us now a blessing seek, Our souls shall then adoring own

Waiting in his courts to-day, The grace that calls us to thy throne.

Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
1.
The Gate of Heaven.
E. H. CHAPIN. 2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 1 Our Father, -God! not face to face

Show thy reconciling face; May mortal sense commune with thee,

Take away our sin and shame: Nor lift the curtains of that place

From our worldly cares set free, Where dwells thy secret majesty.

May we rest this day in thee ! Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend

3 llere we come thy name to praise, In reverent faith and humble prayer,

Let us feel thy presence near; Thy promised blessing will descend,

May thy glory meet our eyes, And we shall find thy spirit there.

While we in thy house appear' 2 Lord, be the spot, where now we meet,

Here afford us, Lord, a taste An open gateway into heaven;

Of our everlasting feast. Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,

4 May the gospel's joyful sound And feel our deepest sins forgiven.

Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Here may desponding care look up, Make the fruits of grace abound, And sorrow lay its burden down;

Bring relief from all complaints' Or learn of him to drink the cup,

Thus let all our sabbaths prove. To bear the cross, and win the crown. Till we join the Church above.

53.

“Early will I seek thee." Ps. 63. Warts. | 2 Each moment of my life renews 1 Early, my God! without delay,

The mercies of my Lord;
I haste to seek thy face;

Each moment is itself a gift
My thirsty spirit faints away,

To bear me on to God.
Without thy cheering grace.

3 Oh help me break the galling chains 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

This world has round me thircwn,
Beneath a burning sky,

Each passion of my heart subdlue,
Long for a cooling stream at hand; Each darling sin disown!
And they must drink or die.

4 O Father! kindle in my breast 3 Not life itself, with all its joys,

A never-dying flame
Can
my best passions move,

Of holy love, of grateful trust
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

In thine almighty name.
As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last expiring day, 55.

The Lord's Day.
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And tune my lips to sing.

And sighs her God to seek,

How sweet to hail the evening's close 5-1.

That ends the weary week!
Invoking God's Aid. H. WARE, JR.
1 FATHER in heaven, to thee my heart 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
Would lift itself in prayer:

That opens on the sight,
Drive from my soul each earthly thought, When first that soul-reviving morn
And show thy presence there.

Beams its new rays of light !

EDTENN