Might I enjoy the meanest place, Within thy house, O God of grace! Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave the door.

God is our sun; he makes our day: God is our shield; he guards our way From all the assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within.

All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too:
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

O God our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey!
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.

Why should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter! descend, and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal them heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart
That I am born of God.

Thou art the earnest of his love,

The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home.

13. Another six-days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, unto thy rest;
Enjoy the day thy God hath blest.

Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies,
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows!

That heavenly calm within the breast-
It is the pledge of that dear rest
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away:

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend

In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

14. O God! beneath thy guiding hand
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
And, when they trod the wintry strand,
With prayer and psalm they worshipped thee.
Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:
Thy blessing came; and still its power
Shall onward through all ages bear

The memory of that holy hour.

Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God,
Came with those exiles o'er the waves;
And, where their pilgrim-feet have trod,
The God they trusted guards their graves.

And here thy name, O God of love!
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

15.

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great!
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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DR. LOWELL MASON.

17.

How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts! thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace:
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:
God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

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.

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines :
But, when our eyes behold thy Word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ

Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand:

So, when thy truth began its race,

It touched and glanced on every land.

Great Sun of Righteousness, arise!

Bless the dark world with heavenly light:

Thy gospel makes the simple wise;

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.

19.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day:
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay:

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

Far from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight
Unknown to mortal eyes.

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

No cloud those blissful regions know,
Forever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise, and join The chorus of the sky.

Spirited.

L. M.

DR. BURNEY.

13. Another six-days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, unto thy rest;
Enjoy the day thy God hath blest.

Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies,
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows!

That heavenly calm within the breast-
It is the pledge of that dear rest
Which for the Church of God remains, -
The end of cares, the end of pains.

In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

Spirited.

14. O God! beneath thy guiding hand
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
And, when they trod the wintry strand,

With prayer and psalm they worshipped thee.
Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:
Thy blessing came; and still its power
Shall onward through all ages bear

The memory of that holy hour.

Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God,
Came with those exiles o'er the waves;
And, where their pilgrim-feet have trod,
The God they trusted guards their graves.

And here thy name, O God of love!
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

15.

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great!
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

17.

How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts! thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace:
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:
God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

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.

18.

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines :
But, when our eyes behold thy Word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:

So, when thy truth began its race,

It touched and glanced on every land.

Great Sun of Righteousness, arise!

Bless the dark world with heavenly light:

Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.

19.

de flell

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day :
There God the Son forever reigns,

And scatters night away.

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay:

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

20.

Far from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight
Unknown to mortal eyes.

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

No cloud those blissful regions know,
Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise, and join The chorus of the sky.