3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see Thy glory still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And learn Thy holy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,
And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.
I THOU who art enthroned above,
Thou by whom we live and move!
O how sweet, with joyful tongue,
To resound Thy praise in song!
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favours to rehearse,
And give thanks in grateful verse.
2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,
When devotion fills the breast,
When we dwell within Thy house,
Hear Thy word, and pay our vows;
Notes to heaven's high mansions raise,
Fill its courts with joyful praise;
With repeated hymns proclaim
Great Jehovah's awful name.
3 From Thy works our joys arise,
O Thou only good and wise!
Who Thy wonders can declare ?
How profound Thy counsels are!
Warm our hearts with sacred fire ;
Grateful fervours still inspire;
All our powers, with all their might,
Ever in Thy praise unite.
I To Thy temple we repair;
Lord, we love to worship there;
There, within the veil, we meet
Christ upon the mercy-seat.
2 While Thy glorious name is sung,
Tune our lips, inspire our tongue;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While to Thee our prayers ascend,
Let Thine ear in love attend;
Hear us when Thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 While Thy word is heard with awe,
While we tremble at Thy law,
Let Thy gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.
5 From Thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn;
Then, at evening, we may say,
"We have walked with God to-day."
1 WHAT shall I render to my God,
For all His mercies shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.
2 Among the saints who fill Thy house,
My offering shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy Thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!
How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!
How precious is their blood!
4 How happy all Thy servants are!
How great Thy grace to me!
My life, which Thou hast made Thy care,
Lord, I devote to Thee.
I WITH gladness we worship,
Rejoice as we sing,
Free hearts and free voices
How blessed to bring.
The old thankful story
Shall reach Thine abode,
Thou King of all glory,
Most bountiful God!
2 Renewed by Thy Spirit,
Redeemed by Thy Son,
Thy children revere Thee
For all Thou hast done.
O Father! returning
To love and to light,
Thy children are yearning
To praise Thee aright.
3 Our souls mount aspiring
To reach the Divine ;
Partaking Thy nature-
In Christ-even Thine!
Ascending and soaring,
With Him in accord,
We triumph adoring,
We joy in the Lord.
4 We join with the angels,
And so there is given,
From earth, Hallelujah!
In answer to heaven.
Amen! be Thou glorious
Below and above,
Redeeming, victorious,
And Infinite Love!
I WITH one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay, with hallowed mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise ;-
2 Assured that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed-
We, whom He chooses for His own,
The flock which He delights to feed.
3 O enter, then, His temple gate;
Thence to His courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still His name with praises bless;—
4 For He's the Lord, supremely good;
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
I YE children of the Father,
For whom the Son did die,
Close, close around Him gather;
Ye cannot come too nigh.
Draw near, by Him invited,
Made bold by His own might,
By His own smile delighted,
With His own presence bright.
2 Throw every power and passion
Into each song, each prayer;
Bring a free, full oblation!
Let all your strength be there!
With utmost rapture greet Him!
Your inmost souls outpour!
Spirit to spirit meet Him;
Within the veil adore:
3 Thou openest, Lord! we enter;
Thou callest; lo! we come.
Within the veil we venture,
And find our Lord at home.
Here, nigh to Thee, we tarry;
Here, close we wait on Thee,
And when we go to glory,
'Twill be Thy face to see.
I YE nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
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.
Enter His gates with songs of joy ;
With praises to His courts repair ;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;
Great is His grace, His mercy sure;
And all the race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
I ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun ;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blessed.
2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but him that feels it, knows.
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, Thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.
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