3 For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare The sacrifice thy love demands
A soul repentant and sincere,
A grateful heart, and liberal hands.
Seeking God. Ps. 63.
1 MY God, permit my tongue
This joy to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this-
To serve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not all the dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
5 Since thou hast been my Help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.
1 O, COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state,
Is with unrivalled glory great —
A King superior far to all-
Whom by his title God we call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies
Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
"Tis moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.
6 O, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly, all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
1 COME, let us sing unto the Lord,
The Rock of our salvation sing,
With joyful noise his praise record,
And thanks before his presence bring:
Great is Jehovah, great our God,
Exalted above all his throne;
The depths of earth obey his nod;
The mountain tops are all his own.
2 He made the sea; the land he made;
And both his matchless power reveal:
O, be the Lord our God obeyed;
O, come, before him let us kneel:
He is our Maker, we his flock,
His people, by his pastures fed:
Let not your hearts be turned to rock:
O, hear his warning voice with dread.
1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ;
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store:
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.
Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws;
Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.
1 NATIONS, attend before his throne
With solemn fear, 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 heavens our voices raise,
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
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