To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown His head;
His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
Prayer for the Church.
(Tunes Class 3.)
O THOU, Whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall Thy fierce anger burn?
How long Thy suffering people pray,
And to their prayers have no return?
Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land,
And, casting out the heathen race,
Didst plant it with Thine own right hand,
And firmly fix it in their place.
To Thee, O God of hosts, we pray;
Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew;
From heaven, Thy throne, this vine survey,
And her sad state with pity view.
Behold the vineyard made by Thee,
Which Thy right hand did guard so long;
And keep that branch from danger free,
Which for Thyself Thou mad'st so strong.
Do Thou convert us, Lord, do Thou
The lustre of Thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scattered clouds, shall pass away.
84. PART 1. The glories of God's dwelling place.
O GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,
Where Thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st
The brightness of Thy face!
My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For Thee, the living God.
Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to Thy dwelling lead!
Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near,
Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear.
84. PART 2. The blessedness of God's house.
O LORD of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display!
For in Thy courts one single day
'Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.
For God, Who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.
Thou God, Whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he,
Whose hope and trust, securely placed, Is still reposed on Thee!
The Church of God.
(Tunes Class 10 or 13.)
GLORIOUS things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, Whose word can not be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode;
On the Rock of Ages, founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply Thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint. while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage ?
Grace, which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
Saviour, if of Zion's city
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.
O GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all it's sons away;
They die forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
And our eternal home!
Unchangeableness of God.
(Tunes Class 1.)
WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
How surely stablished is Thy Throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.
The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.
Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;
And they that in Thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.
O COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
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