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2. Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing; Glory to their Maker give,
And homage to their King. Hallow'd be his name beneath, As in heaven on earth adored ; Praise the Lord in every breath ; Let all things praise the Lord. 27. c. M.
1. One privilege my heart desires ;
Lord, grant me an abode Within the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God.
And see thy glory still ;
And learn thy holy will.
29. L. M.
1. Great God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2. Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
30. P. M.
1. AGAIN, O Lord, within thy temple met, Be all our thoughts devout, our hearts
sincere; So shall we not the frequent vows forget That our united souls have offer'd here.
2. And in thy holy presence while we bow, While thanks and praises, Lord, to thee we
give, Thy blessing on our services bestow, That to thy glory we may ever live.
1. Sweet is the work, my God, my king, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize
breast : My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word.
1. WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies Where dwells eternal love.
2. Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King ; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing.
And tune our lips to sing;
The sacrifice we bring.
34. L. M.
1. GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected
35. L. M.
1. Not with our slaughter'd flocks we come, Nor vessels fill’d with purest oil; No smoking incense fills the dome, Nor priests begin their bloody toil.
2. For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare The sacrifice thy love demands; A soul repentant and sincere, A grateful heart and liberal hands.
1. To thee, O God, without delay, Our duteous homage we will pay; For thee we long, to thee we look : So travellers in desert lands, Midst sultry gleams and scorching sands, Pant for the cooling water-brook.
2. Within thy courts we've seen thy power, And learn'd to prize thy favour more Than life itself, with all its joys: Here let thy smiles again appear, Again our drooping spirits cheer, And to thy praise attune our voice.
37. P. M.
We bring no vain oblation ;
And glows with adoration :
My friends devoutly say,
And keep the solemn day !