to the grave our friends are borne, 519 with ceaseless course, the sun, 643 Who, gracious Father! can complain, shall ascend thy heav'nly place, not tremble, mighty God! remorse and woe opprest, Why do we mourn departing friends, should I thus perplex, this earth delight us so? 281 139 334 527 521 415 418 384 474 will sinks my weak desponding mind, 293 With ecstacy of joy, you waste, on trifling cares, 339 232 With eye impartial, heav'n's high King, Hymn 138 422 my whole heart I 've sought thy face, 315 one consent let all the earth, 44 sacred joy we lift our eyes, 17 songs and honours sounding loud, 79 transport, Lord! we view the page, 478 warm affection let us view, 634 delight and grateful joy, 632 Would you behold the works of God, 590 Ye foll'wers of the prince of peace, glitt'ring toys of earth! adieu, golden lamps of heav'n! farewell, humble souls, complain no more, that seek the Lord, 497 318 486 477 245 A SELECTION OF SACRED POETRY, &c. PART I. Christian Worship, and the Lord's Day. 1. C. M. WATTS. The privilege of public worship. 2 But we have no such lengths to go, 3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows; A 4 Here let the Son of David reign; The house of prayer. 1 GREAT Father of mankind! Our GoD displays, A house of pray'r! 2 To thee ourselves we join, 3 Here, in thy house, we feast On dainties all divine; And while such sweets we taste, Incense shall rise From flames of love, And God approve 4 May all the nations throng Till earth conspire, 3. P. M. WATTS. Delight in public worship. 1 LORD of the worlds above! My heart aspires, 20 happy souls that pray Who love the way To Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, |