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2 God is our Sun; he makes our day;

God is our Shield; he guards our way
From all the assaults of hell and sin

From foes without and foes within. 3 All needful grace will God bestow,

And crown that grace with glory too ;
He gives us all things, and withholds

No real good from upright souls.
4 Blest are the souls that find a place

Within the temple of thy grace ;
There they behold thy gentler rays,

And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set

To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their Strength, and through the road

They lean upon their Helper, God. 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,

Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

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J. TAYLOR. Acceptable Worship. 1 0, HOW delightful is the road

That leads us to thy temple, Lord !
With joy we visit thine abode,

And seek the treasures of thy word. 2 O heavenly treasures ! glorious light!

From ancient sages long concealed,
Till Christ restored the feeble sight,
And God's unchanging word revealed.

3 For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare

The sacrifice thy love demands — A soul repentant and sincere,

A grateful heart, and liberal hands.

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WATTS.
Seeking God. Ps. 63.
1 MY God, permit my tongue

This joy — to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place,
Thy power and glory to behold,

And feel thy quickening grace.
3 For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this —

To serve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,

And praise thee while I live;
Not all the dainties of a feast

Such food or pleasure give.
5 Since thou hast been my Help,

To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence

My cheerful hope relies.
6 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.

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TATE & BRADY.

Public Worship. Ps. 95.

1 0, COME, loud anthems let us sing,

Loud thanks to our almighty King ;
For we our voices high should raise,

When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste,

To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,

The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state,

Is with unrivalled glory great -
A King superior far to all —

Whom by his title God we call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,

Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,

Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss

By the same sovereign right is his ;
'Tis moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.

6 0, let us to his courts repair,

And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly, all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.

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Ps. 95.

1 COME, let us sing unto the Lord,

The Rock of our salvation sing, With joyful noise his praise record,

And thanks before his presence bring: Great is Jehovah, great our God,

Exalted above all his throne; The depths of earth obey his nod;

The mountain tops are all his own. 2 He made the sea; the land he made;

And both his matchless power reveal : O, be the Lord our God obeyed;

O, come, before him let us kneel :
He is our Vaker, — we his flock,

His people, by his pastures fed :
Let not your hearts be turned to rock:

O, hear his warning voice with dread.

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J. TAYLOR.

The accepted Offering.
I FATHER of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,

Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,

At thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring

Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,

By the melting eye expressed ;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind,

Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;
Love, embracing all our kind,

Charity, with liberal store :
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,

Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,

Love to thee, and all mankind.

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J. TAYLOR, Surrounding the Mercy-Seat. 1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,

Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,

Every heart to heaven aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,

Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming

Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation ?

Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,

From the dross of guilt refined:

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