1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel,

Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, O our God! to feel
All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought,
When on thy great name we call :
Man is naught, is less than naught;
Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell,
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 Oh, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne!
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and Holy One!

2 Holy and creative Light!
We invoke thy kindling ray,
Dawn upon our spirits' night,
Turn our darkness into day.

3 Give the struggling peace for strife,
Give the doubting light for gloom,
Speed the living into life,
Warn the dying of their doom.

4 Work in all, - in all renew,
Day by day, the life divine;
All our wills to thee subdue,
All our hearts to thee incline.

1 LORD, it is not life to live, If thy presence thou deny; Lord, if thou thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death to die.

2 Source and Giver of repose! Singly from thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are thine; Mine they are, if thou art mine.

Homage and Devotion.

1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow Of heaven's Almighty King: Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing.

3 Thee we adore; and. Lord, to thee Our filial duty pay .

Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.

Whil: in thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.

With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing;

Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

Pure Worship.

BOWRING

1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice,
Unless the heart is there.

2 Upon thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute but the vow sincere,
The tribute of the good.

3 My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by thee;

If thy pure Spirit touch my breast
With its own purity.

4 Oh may that Spirit warm my heart
To piety and love,

And to life's lowly vale impart
Some rays from heaven above!