The Delights of Worship. Ps. 84. 1 My soul, how lovely is the place 2 There the great Monarch of the skies 3 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, 4 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, When shall I tread thy courts, and see 37. 7s. M. SALISBURY COLL. Song of Adoration. 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord! 2 Though unworthy, Lord! thine ear, 3 There no tongue shall silent be; All shall join in harmony; And through heaven's all-spacious round Praise to thee shall ever sound. 4 Lord thy mercies never fail; Hail, celestial goodness, hail! Holy, holy, holy Lord! Be thy glorious name adored. Cheerful Praise. Ps. 136. 1 LET us, with a gladsome mind, 2 Let us blaze his name abroad, 3 He, with all-commanding might, Filled the new-made world with light, For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 4 He his chosen race did bless, 5 All things living he doth feed, 6 Let us, therefore, warble forth The Worship of the Heart. 1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise, 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear 3 My offerings will indeed be blest, If thy pure Spirit touch my breast 4 O may that Spirit warm my heart And to life's lowly vale impart 40. 7s. M. J. TAYLOR. The Divine Glories celebrated. 1 GLORY be to God on high, 2 Favoured mortals! raise the song; 4 Awful Being! from thy throne 1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook, On those who seek thy presence now, 2 For many a frail and erring heart And feet too willing to depart 3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear, And kind to all that live, Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear, Art ready to forgive. 4 Lord, aid us with thy heavenly grace In mercy view our erring race, 42. C. P. M. OGILVIE. Universal Praise. Ps. 148. 1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey And praise the Almighty's name: Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise To swell the inspiring theme. 2 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise 3 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing, To him who shaped your finer mould, 4 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, Till heaven's broad arch ring back the sound, |