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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 sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt his love;

Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.

4 Ye young, before his throne,

Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.

5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,
Who seest the tear of misery,

And hear'st the mourner's call,

6 Up to thy dwelling-place,

Bear our frail spirits on,

Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.

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The House of God.

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1 LO, God is here! Let us adore, And humbly bow before his face; Let all within us feel his power,

Let all within us seek his grace.

2 Lo, God is here! Him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.

3 Being of beings, may our praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

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Delight in God's House. Ps. 84.

1 HOW lovely are thy dwellings fair,
O Lord of hosts! how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are,
Where thou dost dwell so near!

2 My soul doth long, and almost die,
Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
O living God, for thee.

3 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise;

MILTON.

Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.

4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer,

Till all before our God at length
In Zion do appear.

5 Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high,
That man is truly blest,

Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.

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BISHOP HEBER.

Seeking Refuge.

1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

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The Safety and Protection of the Church.
1 HOW honorable is the place
Where we adoring stand,
Sion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!

WATTS.

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell;

The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy the assaults of hell.

3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of our King.

4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace,

You that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace.

5 Trust in the Lord, forever trust,
And banish all your fears;
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells
Eternal as his years.

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WATTS.

The Benefit of Ordinances. 1 AWAY from every mortal care,

Away from earth, our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,

And learn the wonders of thy power.

3 If Satan rage, and sin grow strong, Here we receive some cheering word; We gird the gospel armor on

To fight the battles of the Lord.

4 Or, if our spirit faints and dies,

Our conscience galled with inward stings, Here doth the righteous Sun arise,

With healing beams beneath his wings.

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TATE & BRady.

Public Worship. Ps. 65.

1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
20 thou who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try,
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.

4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we, at humbler distance, taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.

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WATTS.

The Pleasure of public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

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