HYMN 108. 10s. M. [#] Divine Light implored. 1 0 THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man, in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. 2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest: From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend; Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. PRAYER AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. HYMN 109. H. M. [#] Delight in Public Worship. 1 LORD of the worlds above, Thine earthly temples, are! To thine abode my heart aspires, 2 O happy souls that pray O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet! HYMN 110. C. M. [#] Close of Service. 1 COME, all ye saints that love the Lord, 2 Proclaim abroad your sacred joy In heavenly notes your tongues employ, 3 Let every doubt and slavish fear While joyful songs our spirits cheer, 4 Then let our joyful songs abound, We'll travel through Immanuel's ground HYMN 111. L. M. [#] Opening of Service. 1 O GOD of grace, before thy throne, Thy suppliants bow with holy fear; And thus inspire our hearts to praise. To these desiring bosoms come. 4 Give to thy word successful course, And put the lying lip to shame. 5 And, while we worship at thy feet, To sing thy grace, and speak thy power. HYMN 112. L. M. [#] God's Assistance in Worship. 1 GRANT us a visit, dearest Lord, 2 Thy branches bend, thou living Vine, May heavenly love fill every heart! 3 In unity may we abound, Thy wisdom with our zeal combine, 4 O may our worship, Lord, to-day, HYMN 113. C. M. [#] Prayer. 10 THOU, whose power the mountains formed, And made the sea its bed; Who sat the raging waves their bound, 2 The mountains thy commands obey; 3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord, And to thy gracious, pardoning word, 4 And, o'er the raging seas of guilt, While in the blood which Jesus spilt 5 In darkest caverns of the heart Stec 7/58° HYMN 114. C. M. [#] Prayer. 1 LORD, from thy holy hill descend, 2 May sacred streams from thy right hand And, by thine all-preserving hand, 3 With single eyes inay we behold 4 O make this day a jubilee, HYMN 115. H. M. [#] Success of the Gospel. 1 GREAT God, to thee we pray; |