3 0 happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still,

And happy they

That love the way
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!

1 O LORD! where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.

3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

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4 Here may we prove the power prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes.

67.

L. M. C. ROBBINS.

"Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth."

1 WHILE thus thy throne of grace we seek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.

2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that Thou art all in all.

3 To conscience speak thy quickening word, Till all its sense of sin is stirred:

For we would leave no stain of guile,
To cloud the radiance of thy smile.

4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,
Till every fear and doubt depart :
For we can find no home or rest,
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest.
5 Speak to convince, forgive, console:
Child-like we yield to thy control:
These hearts, too often closed before,
Would grieve thy patient love no more.

68.

S. M. E. TAYLOR.

Invitations to Worship.

1 COME to the house of prayer,

O thou afflicted, come;

The God of peace shall meet thee there,
He makes that house his home.

2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt his love;

Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.

4 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.

5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call;

6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,

Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.

69.

66

My soul thirsteth for God."

1 HERE in a world of doubt,
A sorrowful abode,
O, how my heart and flesh
For thee, the living God!
2 As for the water-brooks,

cry

The hart, expiring, pants,
So for my God my spirit looks,
Yea, for his presence faints.

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3 I know thy joys, O earth,
The sweetness of thy cup;
Oft have I mingled in thy mirth,
And trusted in thy hope.

4 But, ah, how woes and fears
Those hollow joys succeed!
That cup of mirth is mixed with tears,
That hope is but a reed.

5 What have I then below,

Or what but thee on high?

Thee, thee, O Father, would I know,
And in thee live and die!

70.

8 & 7s. M.

PERCY ST. COL.

For a Blessing on the Truth preached:

1 PRAISE to Him by whose kind favour, Heavenly truth has reached our ears; May its sweet reviving savour

Fill our hearts and calm our fears.

2 Truth! how sacred is the treasure!
Teach us, Lord, its worth to know:
Vain the hope, and short the pleasure,
Which from other sources flow.

3 What of truth we have been hearing,
Fix, O Lord, in every heart;
In the day of thy appearing,
May we share thy people's part.
4 Till we leave this world forever,
May we live beneath thine eye;
This our aim, our sole endeavour,
Thine to live, and thine to die.

71.

C. M.

STERNHOLD.

After a Storm. Ps. 18.

1 THE Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.

2 On cherubim and seraphim
Full royally he rode,

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

3 He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;

And he as Sovereign Lord and King
For evermore shall reign.

72.

L. M.

SALISBURY COL.

"The Lord is in his Holy Temple."

1 Lo, God is here! let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face;
Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace.

2 Lo, God is here! him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:

To him enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.

3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill:
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.