4 Let peace within her walls be found-
Let all her sons unite,
To spread with grateful zeal around,
Her clear and shining light.
5 Great God, we hail the sacred day,
Which thou hast called thine own;
mf With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at thy throne.
OH 'twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day!'
2 At Salem's courts we must appear,
With our assembled powers,
In strong and beauteous order ranged,
Like her united towers.
3 Oh pray we then for Salem's peace-
For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our God,
Who bear true love to thee.
mp 4 May peace within thy sacred walls A constant guest be found;
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crowned.
FOURTH PART. C. P. M.
THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.
2 With holy joy I hail the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away;
What transports fill my breast!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,
And leads me to his rest!
3 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.
FIFTH PART. S. P. M. Bethel.
HOW pleased and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
'Come, let us seek our God to-day!'
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion-thrice happy place-
Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round:
In thee our tribes appear
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 Here David's greater Son
Has fixed his royal throne;
He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinners sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest:
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!
5 My tongue repeats her vows,
'Peace to this sacred house!'
For here my friends and kindred dwell:
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
Humble Waiting on God for Spiritual Strength.
LORD, before thy throne we bend;
Now to thee our eyes ascend:
Servants to our Master true,
Lo! we yield thee homage due :-
Children, to thy throne we fly,
Abba, Father, hear our cry!
2 Low before thee, Lord, we bow,
We are weak-but mighty thou:
Sore distressed, yet suppliant still,
Here we wait thy holy will:
Bound to earth, and rooted here,
Till our Saviour God appear.
3 Leave us not beneath the power
Of temptation's darkest hour:
mf Swift to read their captives' doom,
See our foes exulting come!-
FIRST PART. C. M. Colchester.
Safety of trusting in God.
[NSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains stand;
Firm as a rock-the soul shall rest,
That trusts th' almighty hand.
2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Fair Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love,
That every saint surround.
dol 3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on;
Oh may we reach the blest abode,
Where Christ our Lord is gone.
SECOND PART. S. M. Watchman.
FIRM and unmoved are they,
Who rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.
2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So God, and his almighty love,
Embrace his saints around
dol 3 Deal gently, Lord, with those, Whose faith and holy fear,
mf Whose hope, and love, and every grace, Proclaim their hearts sincere.
WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
3 Great is the work!-my neighbors cried,
And owned thy power divine;
Great is the work!-my heart replied,
And be the glory thine.
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
mp 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.
FIRST PART. L. M. Uxbridge.
The divine Blessing necessary to Success.
IF God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost 3
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What though we rise before the sun,
And work, and toil, when day is done,
Careful and sparing eat our bread,
To shun that poverty we dread ;-
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest;
He can make rich, yet give us rest;
On God, our sovereign, still depends
Our joy in children and in friends.
4 Happy the man, to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends!
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
Bestowed by his paternal love!
127 SECOND PART. C. M. Nottingham.
་་ IF God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,
An useless watch maintain.
2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew,
And till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue ;-
3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare,
In vain, till God has blest:
But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real blessings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.
127 THIRD PART. 8s &7s. Sicilian Hymn.
VAINLY through night's weary hours,
Keep we watch, lest foes alarm;
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers,
But for God's protecting arm.
2 Vain were all our toil and labor,
Did not God that labor bless;
Vain, without his grace and favor,
Every talent we possess.
3 Vainer still the hope of heaven,
That on human strength relies;
But to him shall help be given,
Who in humble faith applies.
4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed,
He shall grant us peace and rest;
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who through Christ his prayer addressed.
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