967 C. M. A blessing supplicated. GOD, though countless worlds of light Though round thy throne, above all height, 2 Yet, Lord, where'er thy saints apart Long may they sing thy praises here, 4 Here, Saviour, deign thy saints to meet; With peace their hearts to fill; And here, like Sharon's odours sweet, 5 Here may thy truth fresh triumphs win; Eternal Spirit, here, In many a heart now dead in sin, A living temple rear. 968 NOT Jehovah's presence. L. M. OT heaven's wide range of hallow'd space Nor angels' claims restrain his grace, It glow'd to guide benighted man. Or tune their hearts to grateful praise. 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, Till with their anthems ours shall blend. 969 The tokens of His grace. AND will the great eternal God On earth establish his abode ? And will he, from his radiant throne, Accept our temples for his own? L. M. 2 These walls we to thy honour raise; 970 L. M An humble offering to Jehovah. THE His fiat laid the corner-stone; He spake, and lo! the work was done. He spread its pavement, green and bright, 3 The mountains in their places stood, 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, 971 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 81. THOU 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, 3 When in port, each day that's holy 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. 1 Homeward bound!-with deep emotion, We remember, Lord, that life Is a voyage o'er an ocean Heaved by many a tempest's strife. On our hearts and minds, that we, 972 MISSIONARY. L. M. Souls perishing for lack of knowledge. SHEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye The thousands of our Israel see; SH 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, 4 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide, 5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize? 973 FROM 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. The cry of the heathen. ROM Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted The joyful sound proclaim, 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole: |