How pleased and blest was I, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, And walls of strength embrace thee round: 3 There David's greater Son BLAYDON S. M. He bids the saints be glad; He makes the sinner sad; 5 My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee His blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Isaac Watts 1719 H. W. LITTLE 12 WITH joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love. 2 Before Thy throne we bow, 3 While in Thy house we kneel, 4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, Thomas Jervis 1795 CRANSTON 7s. D. 43 WELCOME, sacred day of rest! When our souls for heaven prepare; Day, when our Redeemer rose, Victor o'er the hosts of hell: 2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, When we hear Thy holy word; When we sing Thy praise, and pray Earth can no such joys afford: But a better rest remains, Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys, and endless praise. William Brown 1822 G. J. ELVEY Pleasant are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are Thy courts below, In this land of sin and woe. O,my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, King of glory,God of grace. 44 PLEASANT are Thy courts above, On they go from strength to strength, Who hast led them safe through all. Henry Francis Lyte 1834 ST. RAPHAEL 8s, 75, 4. E. J. HOPKINS In Thy name, O Lord, as- sembling, We, Thy peo-ple, now draw near: Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let Thy ser- vants hear, Hear with meek- ness, Hear Thy word with god HOLY offerings, rich and rare, Offerings of praise and prayer Purer life and purpose high, Claspéd hands, uplifted eye, Lowly acts of adoration To the God of our salvation— On His altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them! God receive them! 2 Promises in sorrow made, Left, alas! too long unpaid; Fervent wishes, earnest thought, Never into action wroughtLong withheld, we now restore them, On Thy holy altar pour them: There in trembling faith to leave them, Christ, present them! God, receive them! 3 Vows and longings, hopes and fears, Broken-hearted sighs and tears, Dreams of what we yet might be Could we cling more close to Thee, Which, despite of faults and failings, Help Thy grace in its prevailingsOn Thine altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them! God, receive them! 4 Brighter joys and tenderer tears, More of Christ our souls within; 5 Homage of each humble heart All that childlike love can render 6 To the Father, and the Son, Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly, On Thine altar laid we leave them; Christ, present them! God, receive them! John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1871 |