4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow; your voices raise ;
What! shall your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise ?
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,
And sees the tear of misery,
And hears the mourner's call.
6 Up to thy dwelling place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heav'n on earth be won.
Delight in public worship. Ps. 84.
1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,
To pious spirits are!
To thine abode
Their hearts aspire,
With warm desire
To see their God.
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
How sweet must be
Their prayer and praise
Whose heart and ways
Are right with thee.
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heav'n appears :
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!
4 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
His hands our blessings yield,
And amply do they flow:
He shall bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace,
And glory too.
5 The righteous he approves,
And hears them when they cry;
And will to those he loves
No real good deny :
Thrice happy he,
O God of hosts!
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in thee.
The Lord's day morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Was crucified and slain !-
Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!
6 And while his conqu'ring chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies,
Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.
Jews and Gentiles united in the Christian church.
1 GOD in his earthly temples lays
Foundations for his heav'nly praise :
He loves the tents of Jacob well,
But more in Sion loves to dwell.
2 His mercy visits ev'ry house
That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay
Where churches meet to praise and pray
3 What glories were describ'd of old! What wonders are of Sion told! Thou city of our God below,
Thy fame shall all the nations know. 4 Barbarian, Scythian, Greek, and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew : Angels and men shall join to sing The source whence living waters spring. 5 When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount,
"Twill be an honour to appear
As one new-born or nourish'd there.
God exalted above all praise.
1. ETERNAL Pow'r! whose high abode Becomes the majesty of God;
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds!
2 Far in the depths of space, thy throne
Burns with a lustre all its own:
There is thy face unveil'd; and there
The glories of the God appear.
3 What then shall feeble mortals do?
Yet we would aim at praises too;
And while they from the heart proceed,
We'll trust the grace that angels need.
4 Something we learn from nature's frame :
Thy word has more reveal'd thy name:
Yet still thy greatness, Lord, we find,
Leaves all our soaring thoughts behind.
5 God is in heav'n, and man below:
Short be our tunes, our words be few:
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God.
1 LORD of the sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thine house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy churches rise.
2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord! we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
Thy servants to that rest aspire,
With ardent hope, and strong desire.
3 There languor shall no more oppress;
The heart shall feel no more distress;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
That dwell upon immortal tongues.
4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy;
No conscious guilt disturb our joy;
But ev'ry doubt and fear shall cease,
And perfect love give perfect peace.
5 When shall that glorious day begin,
Beyond the reach of death or sin;
Whose sun shall never more decline,
But with unfading lustre shine!
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