1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore, And humbly bow before his face; Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night,
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.
3 Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill!
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will!
INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP.
1 GREAT God! the followers of thy Son
We bow before thy mercy-seat
To worship thee, the Holy One,
And pour our wishes at thy feet.
2 O grant thy blessing here to-day!
O give thy people joy and peace!
The tokens of thy love display,
And favor, that shall never cease.
3 We seek the truth that Jesus brought;
His path of light, we long to tread;
Here be his holy doctrines taught,
And here, their purest influence shed.
4 May faith, and hope, and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;
And we, in thy great day, be found
Children of God and heirs of heaven.
1 AWAY from every mortal care,
Away from earth, our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace,
We bow before thee and adore;
We view the glories of thy face,
And learn the wonders of thy power.
3 Whilst here our various wants we mourn,
United prayers ascend on high;
And faith expects a sure return
Of blessings in variety.
4 Here, when our spirit faints and dies,
And conscience smarts with inward stings;
The Sun of righteousness shall rise,
With healing beams beneath his wings.
5 Here would our ravished souls abide;
Or if from hence we must depart,
Let neither life nor death divide
Our God and Saviour from our heart.
Longing for the House of Prayer.
1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.
2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints,
With equal zeal
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.
3 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill!
4 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet!
5 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls:
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Thou Lord art good, thou Lord art kind;
Great is thy grace, thy mercy sure;
And the whole race of men shall find
Thy truth from age to age
endure.
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