In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
The pleasure of Worship.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet the assembly of thy saints.
2 Blest are the saints, who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
3 Blest are the souls, that find a place
Within the temples of thy grace;
Beholding there thy gentler rays,
They seek thy face and learn thy praise.
4 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.
1 COME, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sovereign King! rehearse
His honors in exalted verse.
2 Come, let us hear his voice to-day;
The counsels of his love obey;
He is our shepherd, we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
3 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who formed our natures by his word;
Attend the offered grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessing by delay.
4 Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heavenly gates:
Believe-and take the promised rest;
Obey-and be forever blest.
Morning or Evening Worship.
1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house;
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
2 Angels, who make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotion there;
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies,
3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
4 With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
59. 8s & 7s.
Peace and Pardon.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating―
Sordid hopes and fond desires;
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share that great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined.
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and love are ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt deploring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful to thy holy laws-
Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love,
Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
1 WITH reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands with reverence hear,
And tremble at his word.
2 How terrible thy glories are!
How bright thine armies shine!
What glory may with thine compare!
What power can rival thine!
3 The northern pole, and southern, rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day from east to west
Move round at thy command.
4 Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;
Thou makest the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.
5 Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet boundless is thy grace;
And truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near thy face.
The only living and true God.
1 ETERNAL God! almighty cause
Of earth and seas, and worlds unknown; All things are subject to thy laws; All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands. Of all within itself possessed; By none controlled in thy commands, And in thyself completely blessed.
3 Thine be our hearts, and thine our songs, And to thy glory may we live ; Worship to thee alone belongs,
Worship to thee alone we give.
4 Spread thy great name through every land;
In every heart erect thy throne;
Subdue the world to thy command,
And as thou art, reign, God alone.
62. C. M.
Formal worship, vain.
1 GOD is a Spirit, just and wise;
He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our hearts behind.
2 Nothing but truth, before his throne
With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice Wherein no heart is found.
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