4 Father! our souls would still abide S. M. 46. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS 1 The Delights of Worship. SWEET is the task, O Lord, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour, 3 And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Sweet, on this day of rest, With those who love and serve thee best, 4 To songs of praise and joy That such may be our blest employ, 1 The Temples of Worship. GREAT is the Lord our God! He makes his churches his abode, 2 These temples of his grace, 3 5 A refuge in distress, To Zion God is known; 4 Oft have our fathers told, How well our God secures the fold In every new distress, We'll to his house repair; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. L. M. 48. For Faith and Love. FROTHINGHAM 1 O GOD, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above! Thy word we bless, thy name we call, Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. 2 That truth be with the heart believed Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received, — 3 That love its holy influence pour, Send down its angel to our side; Longing for the House of God. LORD of the worlds above, To thine abode 2 With warm desires The sparrow for her young Ty 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; That love the way And happy they 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, Shall thither bring When God, our King, Our willing feet! L. M. 50. RAFFLES. The Hour of Prayer. 1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. Blest hour! for where the Lord resorts L. M. 51. DODDRIDGE. Subjection to the Father of our Spirits. 1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought! Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey 3 O may we live before thy face, 1 OUR Father, throned above the sky! 2 With cheerful hope and filial fear, Doth not an earthly parent hear Or mock him with a cake of stone? Our Heavenly Father, how much more Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press For Jesus, in his faithful word, The patient supplicant hath blessed; |