2 Happy birds, that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O Most High:
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies.
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length:
At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win,
Guide me through a world of sin
Keep me by thy saving grace,
Give me at thy side a place:
Sun and shield alike thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart :
Grace and glory flow from thee;
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.
Ask, and it shall be given you.-Matt. vii. 7. [78.
1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare;
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray;
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
5 "Tis thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to thy name.
A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
We which have believed do enter into rest.
Heb. iv. 3.
1 ERE another Sabbath's close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to thee,
At thy feet we bow the knee.
2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven.
3 Cold our services have been,
Mingled every prayer with sin·
But thou canst and wilt forgive
By thy grace alone we live.
4 Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with thee at last.
5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joys above;
While their steps thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.i
Sundays after Easter: Public Worship.
"DAY BY DAY WE MAGNIFY THEE.'
To see thy power and thy glory so as I have
seen thee in the sanctuary.-Ps. lxiii. 2.
1 O LORD, within thy sacred gates,
Where I so oft have sought for thee,
Again my longing spirit waits,
The fulness of delight to see.
2 In blessing thee with thankful songs,
My happy life shall glide away :
The praise, that to thy name belongs,
Daily with lifted hands I'll pay.
3 Abundant sweetness, while I sing
Thy love, my favour'd soul o'erflows;
Secure in thee, my God, my King,
Of glory that no period knows.
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
Thy love to sing, thy grace to prove,
Be this my glory, peace, and joy.b
In all places where I record my name I will
come unto thee, and I will bless thee.--
Exod. xx. 24.
1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;
As thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.
2 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.
3 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith address our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.
201 This is none other but the house of God, and this [7s. is the gate of heaven.-Gen. xxviii. 17.
1 To thy temple I repair,
Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.
2 Thou through him art reconciled,
I through him became thy child;
Abba, Father, give me grace
In thy courts to seek thy face.
3 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue :
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my righteousness.
4 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;
Hear; for Jesus intercedes.
5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice by faith may I
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Hear thee speaking from the sky.
6 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
I have walk'd with God to-day."
How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of
hosts.-Ps. lxxxiv. 1.
1 PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fulness, God of grace.
2 Happy birds, that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O Most High:
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies.
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length:
At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win,
Guide me through a world of sin
Keep me by thy saving grace,
Give me at thy side a place:
Sun and shield alike thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart:
Grace and glory flow from thee;
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.
Ask, and it shall be given you.-Matt. vii. 7. [78.
1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare;
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray;
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
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