1 WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord, And bow before his throne? Oh! how procure his kind regard, And for my guilt atone?
2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, And spicy fumes ascend?
Will these my earnest wish succeed, And make my God my friend?
3 O no, my soul ! 'twere fruitless all ; Such offerings are vain :
No fatlings from the field or stall His favor can obtain.
4 To men their rights I must allow, And proofs of kindness give;
To God with humble reverence bow, And to his glory live.
5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,
He never will despise ;
And cheerful duty he'll prefer To costly sacrifice.
1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this; And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
1 COME we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known: Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround his throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place: Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.
3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow.
4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry:
We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.
1 SEARCHER of hearts, to thee are known The inmost secrets of my breast;
At home, abroad, in crowds, alone,
Thou mark'st my rising and my rest, My thoughts far off through every maze, Source, stream and issue, all my ways.
2 How from thy presence should I go, Or whither from thy spirit flee, Since all above, around, below, Exist in thine immensity? If up to heaven I take my way, I meet thee in eternal day;
3 If in the grave I make my bed
With worms and dust, lo, thou art there; If, on the wings of morning sped, Beyond the ocean I repair,
I feel thine all-controlling will, And thy right hand upholds me still.
4 How precious are thy thoughts of peace, Oh God, to me! how great the sum ! New every morn, they never cease; They were, they are, and yet shall come In number and in compass, more Than ocean's sand, or ocean's shore.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face, My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Nor raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
L. M. SPIRIT OF PSALMS.
1 FATHER of spirits! Nature's God! Our inmost thoughts are known to thee; Thou, Lord, canst hear each idle word, And every private action see.
2 Could we on morning's swiftest wings Pursue our flight through trackless air; Or dive beneath deep ocean's springs, Thy presence still would meet us there. 3 In vain may guilt attempt to fly, Concealed beneath the pall of night; One glance from thy all-piercing eye Can kindle darkness into light.
4 Search thou our hearts, and there destroy Each evil thought, each secret sin; And fit us for those realms of joy, Where nought impure shall enter in.
1 In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine ali-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest;
My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, 'He knows the sense I mean.
4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high, Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.
1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days;
And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, Be this my sweet employ: Devotion heightens all my bliss, And sanctifies my joy.
3 When gloomy care or keen distress Invade my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest.
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