2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favoured worshipper may dwell:
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son,
Sat, weary, by the Patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer-
The incense of the heart-may rise
To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
1 GLORY to our God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Lift your voice, ye people all!
Praise the God on whom you call.
2 God, whose wisdom throned on high,
Built the mansions of the sky;
And the orbs that gild the pole
Bade through boundless ether roll.
3 God, who o'er this earthly ball
Looks with equal eye on all,
And to every thing which lives,
Rich supplies of blessings gives.
4 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers;
Their all-gracious God is ours.
5 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
Glory to our God on high.
66 Ask, and ye shall receive."
1 OUR Father, throned above the sky!
To thee our empty hands we spread;
Thy children at thy footstool lie,
And ask thy blessings on their head.
2 With cheerful hope and filial fear,
In that august and precious name,
By thee ordained, we now draw near,
And would the promised blessing claim.
3 Doth not an earthly parent hear
The cravings of his famished son?
Will he reject the filial prayer,
Or mock him with a cake of stone?
4. Our heavenly Father, how much more
Will thy divine compassion rise,
And open thine unbounded store
To satisfy thy children's cries!
5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press
For gracious audience to thy seat,
Still hoping, waiting, for success,
If persevering to entreat.
6 For Jesus, in his faithful word,
The patient supplicant hath blessed
And all thy saints, with one accord,
The prevalence of prayer attest.
Preparation for Worship.
1 LORD, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that thou art near.
2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.
3 At the portals of thine house,
We resign our earth-born cares :
Nobler thoughts our souls engross,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers.
"Holiness becometh thine house."
1 THE Lord is in his holy place,
And from his throne on high,
He looks upon the human race
With omnipresent eye.
2 He proves the righteous, marks their path; In him the weak are strong;
But violence provokes his wrath:
The Lord abhorreth wrong.
3 The righteous Lord will take delight
Alone in righteousness;
The just are pleasing in his sight,
The humble he will bless.
1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
'Tis he relieves thy pain,
"Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave:
He that redeems thy soul from death,
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good:
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for the oppressed.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son..
Preserving Grace.
1 To GOD the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 "Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
To our Redeemer, God,
Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.
1 COME, my soul! thy suit prepare;
God delights to answer prayer:
Thou art coming to thy king;
Large petitions with thee bring.
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