The Delights of Worship. Ps. 84.

1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickening rays.

3 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will;

And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

4 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode:

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?

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SALISBURY COLL.

Song of Adoration.

1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial Goodness, hail!

2 Though unworthy, Lord! thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.

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,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

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,
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

5 All things living he doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

6 Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

The Worship of the Heart.

1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice
Unless the heart is there.

2 Upon thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute-but the vow sincere—
The tribute of the good.

3 My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by thee;

If thy pure Spirit touch my breast
With its own purity.

4 O may that Spirit warm my heart
To piety and love;

And to life's lowly vale impart
Some rays from heaven above.

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The Divine Glories celebrated.

1 GLORY be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of heaven.

2 Favoured mortals! raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Mark the wonders of his hand!
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.

4 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.

1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook,

On those who seek thy presence now,
In deep compassion look;—

2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.

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
Our truest bliss to find;

In mercy view our erring race,
So feeble and so blind.

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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
To join the thunder of the skies;
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

3 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing,
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring;
Harmonious anthems raise

To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

4 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the thinking head,
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's name around

Till heaven's broad arch ring back the sound,
The general burst of joy.