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PSALMS AND HYMNS. .
INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP.
L. M. WATTS. Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
He can create and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love,
2. S. M. WATTS.
Call to Worship. Ps. 95. 1 COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He
gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Come, bow before the Lord :
He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
And own your gracious God.
3. S. M. E. TAYLOR.
Invitation to the House of God. 1 COME to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come; The God of peace shall meet thee there,
He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Your lips forget to move.
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
And hear’st the mourner's call; 6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
And heaven on earth be won.
L. M. Tate & BRADY.
Public Worship. Ps. 65.
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
5. 8 & 7s. M. J. TAYLOR.
Surrounding the Mercy Seat.
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
Light celestial cheers our eyes ;
Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Who may share this great salvation ?
Every pure and humble mind;
From the dross of guilt refined :
God withholds his care from none;
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Faithful subjects to thy laws,
Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
H. M. DODDRIDGE.
We bless that wondrous grace,
How kind the care
2 Though once estranged far,
We now approach the Throne;
Strangers no more,
3 To thee ourselves we join,
And love thy sacred name;
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;