5 Lord! may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight!
And grant us in those courts to pray,
Of pure, unclouded light.

14.

L. M.

The eternal rest.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LORD of the sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on these realms of pain and sin;
Content we'd leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

"Speak; for thy servant heareth."

1 IN thy courts, O Lord, assembling,
We thy people now draw near:
Teach us to rejoice with trembling;
Speak, and let thy servants hear;
Hear with meekness;-

KELLY.

Hear thy word with godly fear.
2 While our days on earth are lengthened,
May we give them, Lord, to thee;
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened,
May we run, nor weary be;

16.

Till thy glory

Without cloud in heaven we see.

The delight of social worship.

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints

To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

2 Blest are the saints who dwell on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;

Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

5 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

The delight of social worship.

1 0 How delightful is the road

J. TAYLOR.

That guides us to thy temple, Lord!
With joy we visit thine abode,
And seek the treasures of thy word.
2 O heavenly treasures! glorious light!
From ancient sages long concealed;
Till Christ restored the feeble sight,
And God's unchanging word revealed.

The blessedness of the devout.

1 How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,
From noise and trouble free!
How beautiful the sweet accord
Of souls that pray to thee!

MILTON.

2 Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high! They are the truly blest,

Who only will on thee rely,

In thee alone will rest.

3 They pass refreshed the thirsty vale, The dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful, watery dale,

Where springs and showers abound.

4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer,

Till all before our God at length
In Zion do appear.

5 For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright:
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.

Public and private devotion.

1 YE that obey the immortal King,
Attend his holy place:

Bow to the glories of his power,
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;

WATTS.

The God who spread the heavens abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.

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S. M.

Invitation to the house of God.

COME to the house of prayer,

O thou afflicted, come!

E. TAYLOR.

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

Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;

In sweet accord your voices raise,

Your knees together bow.

For ye have felt his love;

Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,

Your lips forget to move.

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Ye young, before his throne
Your cheerful anthems raise;

Nor let your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.

Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,

Who see'st the tear of misery,

And hear'st the mourner's call;

Up to thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,

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

The delight of social worship.

1 LORD of the worlds above!
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men who pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill.

WATTS.

C