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4 Be this, O Lord, that honour'd place,

The house of God, the gate of heaven; And may the fulness of thy grace

To all who here shall meet be given. 5 And hence, in spirit, may we soar

To those bright courts where seraphs bend; With awe like theirs, on earth adore,

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The tokens of His grace.
ND will the great eternal God

On earth establish his abode ?
And will he, from his radiant throne,
Accept our temples for his own?
2 These walls we to thy honour raise ;
Long may they echo with thy praise :
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends, ,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
4 And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear
That crowds were born to glory here.
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An humble offering to Jehovah.
HE perfect world, by Adam trod,

Was the first temple built by God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone;
He spake, and lo! the work was done.
2 He hung its starry roof on high,
The broad expanse of azure sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright,
And curtain'd it with morning light.

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3 The mountains in their places stood,
The sea, the sky; and all was good;
And when its first pure praises rang,
The morning stars together sang.
4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for thee;
But in thy sight our off’ring, stands,
An humble temple built with hands.

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THOU, who on the whirlwind ridest,

roars, Who in majesty presidest

O'er the oceans and their shores; From those shores, and from the ocean,

We, the children of the sea, Come to offer our devotion,

And to give this house to thee.

2 When, for business on great waters,

We go down to sea in ships,
And our weeping sons and daughters

Hang, at parting, on our lips;
This our Bethel shall remind us

That Jehovah heareth prayer; ; And that those we leave behind us

Are thy faithful church's care.

3 When in port, each day that's holy

To this house we'll press in throngs; When at sea, with spirit lowly,

We'll repeat its sacred songs. Outward bound, shall we, in sadness,

Lose its flag behind the seas; Homeward bound, we'll greet with gladness

Its first floating on the breeze.

4 Homeward bound !—with deep emotion,

We remember, Lord, that life Is a voyage o'er an ocean

Heaved by many a tempest's strife. Be thy statutes so engraven

On our hearts and minds, that we, Anchoring in death's quiet haven,

All may make our home with thee.

MISSIONARY. 972

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The thousands of our Israel see; To thee in their behalf we cry,

Ourselves but newly found in thee. 2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,

And neither food nor feeder have, Nor fold, nor place of refuge near,

For no man cares their souls to save. 3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught,

Nor know they their Redeemer nigh; They perish, whom thyself hast bought;

Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 4 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide,

To swallow up its careless prey : Why should they die, when thou hast died

Hast died to bear their sins away? 5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize?

Remember, Lord, thy dying groans : The meed of all thy suff'rings these;

O claim them for thy ransom’d ones!

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The cry of the heathen.
ROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny ? Salvation !-0 salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,

And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole: Till o'er our ransom'd nature

The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.

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The ruined race.
ET God, who comforts the distress'd,

Let Israel's Consolation, hear ;
Hear, IInly Ghost, our joint request,

And show thyself the Comforter;
And swell the' unutterable groan,
And breathe our wishes to the throne.
2 We wrestle for the ruin'd race;

By sin eternally undone,
Unless thou magnify thy grace,

And make thy richest mercy known,
And make thy vanquish'd rebels find
Pardon in Christ for all mankind.
3 Father of everlasting love,

To every soul thy Son reveal,
Our guilt and suff'rings to remove,

Our deep, original wound to heal;
And bid the fallen race arise,
And turn our earth to paradise.

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The glorious predictions.
HE Law and Prophets all foretold

That Christ should die, and leave the grave; Gather the world into his fold,

The Church of Jews and Gentiles save.

2 Yet, by the prince of darkness bound,

The nations still are wrapt in night: They never heard the joyful sound;

They never saw the Gospel light. 3 Light of the world, again appear,

In mildest majesty of grace,
And bring the great salvation near,

And claim our whole apostate race.