2. With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove
Descends and fills the place,
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.
3. Here, mighty God! thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy here,
And sing thy praises still.
Нумп 357. с. м.
ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2. With thanks approach his awful sight,
And hymns of honour sing :
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.
3. Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!
4. Now is the time; he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear:
" Ye shall not see my rest."
Hymn 358. s. M.
OME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King.
2. He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3. Come worship at his throne,
Come bow before the Lord:
We are his works and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.
4. To day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Hymn 359. L. M.
OME, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sov'reign King: Rehearse
His honour in exalted verse.
2. Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word;
He is our shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
3. Scize the kind promise, while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates;
Believe and take the promis'd rest :
Obey, and be for ever blest.
Hymn 360. s. M.
HY name, almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth for ever stands.
2. Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure, 'Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchang'd no more.
Hymn 361. с. м.
OW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
" And keep the solemn day."
2. I love her gates, I love the road:
The Church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God!
To show his milder face.
3. Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest.
4. My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell;
There God, my Saviour, reigns.
Hymn 362. P. M.
OW pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day :"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2. Zion, thrice happy place!
Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee we all appear
To pray, and praise and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
Hymn 363. с. м.
1. VE that obey th' immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his pow'r,
And bless his wondrous grace.
2. Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.
3. The God of Zion cheers our hearts,
With rays of quickening grace:
The God who spreads the heav'ns abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.
Hymn 364. L.M.
RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name,
While in his earthly courts ye wait,
Ye saints that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.
2. Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ:
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
saints, to praise your King
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
2. Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ:
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3. O Zion, trust the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy courts his blest abode,
And claims thine honours here.
Hymn 366. s. м.
LOVE thy Zion, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The church, Oblest Redeemer! sav'd
With thy own precious blood.
2. I love thy church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3. If e'er to bless thy sons
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4. If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her woe,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,
And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
5. For her my tears shall fall;
For her my pray'rs ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
'Till toils and cares shall end..
6. Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heav'nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
1. 'N God's own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he here reveals;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.
2. Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.
3. All that have motion, life, and breath
Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet when your voice expires in death,
Your souls shall praise him best.
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