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Joachim Neander, 1680.

God re-veals His presence; Let us now a dore Him, And with awe ap1. {God is in His tem ple, All in us keep silence, And before Him

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1. Lord, we come before Thee now; At Thy feet

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1. Ye nations round the earth, rejoice Be-fore the Lord, your sov'reign King,

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Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues His glory sing.

2 The Lord is God; 'tis He alone

Doth life and breath and being give; We are His work, and not our own; The sheep that on His pastures live.

3 Enter His gates with songs of joy,
With praises to His courts repair,
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.

4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;
Great is His grace, His mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719.

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1. Lord, when we bend be fore Thy throne, And our

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1. As pants the wea- ried hart for cool- ing springs, That sinks exhaust-ed in the summer's chase,

So pants my soul for Thee, great King of kings, So thirsts to reach Thy sa- cred dwell-ing place.

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2 Why throb, my heart? why sink, my saddening soul?
Why droop to earth, with various woes oppressed?
My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,
And peace be yet an inmate of this breast.

3 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious days;
And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To Thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay.

4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;
Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be paid;
Unquestioned be His faithfulness and love.

Rev. Robert Lowth, 1787. Ab.

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