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God with us.
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
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!
3 Oh may we live before thy face,
The willing subjects of thy grace, And through each path of duty move With filial awe and filial love!
1 0 LORD! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind:
And, going, take thee to their home. 3 With heavenly grace our souls endue;
Thy former mercies here renew;
The sweetness of thy saving name 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o'er his anxious breast;
Proclaims the holy day of rest. 8 Blest hour, when God himself draws
nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To bush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear. i Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
Morning or Evening.
Will bring its trials or its cares,
And let thy will be always mine. 2 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
Oh lead me onward to the skies ! 3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
To see thy face and sing thy praise. 19.
Spiritual Needs. | I want the spirit of power within,
Of love and of a healthful mind, Of power to conquer every sin, or love to God and all mankind;
1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine,
Demands the soul's collected powers •
The grace that calls us to thy throno 2 All-seeing God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart; 52.
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.
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.
“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;
Each moment is itself a gift
To bear me on to God.
3 Oh help me break the galling chains 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
This world has round me thircwn,
Each passion of my heart subdlue,
4 O Father! kindle in my breast 3 Not life itself, with all its joys,
A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust
In thine almighty name.
The Lord's Day.
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!
That opens on the sight,
Beams its new rays of light !