4 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow:
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
5 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found,
Free mercy from above;
That mercy moves him to fulfil
The perfect law of love.
For Sabbath Schools.
COME, let our voices join
In joyful songs of praise;
To God, the God of love,
Our thankful hearts we'll raise.
To God alone all praise belongs-
Our earliest and our latest songs.
2 Now we are taught to read
The book of life divine,
Where our Redeemer's love
And brightest glories shine:
To God alone all praise is due,
Who sends his word to us and you.
3 Within these hallowed walls
Our wandering feet are brought,
Where prayer and praise ascend,
And heavenly truths are taught:
To God alone your offerings bring;
Let young and old his praises sing.
4 Lord, let this work of love
Be crowned with full success!
Let thousands, yet unborn,
Thy sacred name here bless!
To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee
We'll praise throughout eternity.
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GREAT God! our voice to thee we raise;
Tune thou our lips and hearts with praise,
Thy goodness to adore:
Our life, our health, and every friend,
From thee arise-on thee depend,
Kind Father of the poor!
2 Stretch o'er our heads thy guardian wings,
Secure the weak, O King of kings!
Our shield and refuge be:
Thy Spirit, Lord, conduct our youth,
Through Christ, the life, the way, the truth,
That we may come to thee!
3 While friends their generous aid afford,
Accept the kind intention, Lord,
And crown it with thy love;
fThen joy shall tune our humble songs,
we shall join immortal tongues
In nobler praise above.
In Behalf of Widows and Orphans.
THOU God of hope! to thee we bow;
Thou art our refuge in distress;
The husband of the widow thou,
The father of the fatherless!
2 The poor are thy peculiar care,
To them thy promises are sure:
Thy gifts the poor in spirit share;
Oh may we always THUS be poor!
3 May we thy law of love fulfil,
To bear each other's burdens here
Suffer and do thy righteous will,
And walk in all thy faith and fear.
4 Thou God of hope! to thee we bow,
Thou art our refuge in distress;
The husband of the widow thou,
The father of the fatherless!
OH gracious Lord, whose mercies rise
Above our utmost need!
Incline thine ear unto our cry,
And hear the orphan plead."
2 Bereft of all a mother's love,
And all a father's care,
Lord, whither shall we flee for help?
To whom direct our prayer?-
3 To thee we flee-to thee we pray-
Thou shalt our Father be:
More than the fondest parent's care
We find, O Lord, in thee!
4 Already thou hast heard our cry,
And wiped away our tears:
Thy mercy has a refuge found
To guard our helpless years.
5 Oh let thy love descend on those
Who pity to us show;
Nor let their children ever taste
The orphan's cup of wo.
667 On Opening a Place of Worship.
HERE, in thy name, eternal God,
We build this earthly house for thee;
Oh choose it for thy fixed abode,
And guard it long from error free.
2 Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear, thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive.
3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,
Still by the power of his great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
4 When children's voices raise the song,
Hesanna! to their heavenly King,
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong,
Hosanna! let the angels sing.
5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign
Here to abide, nó transient guest?
Here will our great Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest?
6 Thy glory never hence depart!
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.
73. Pleyel's Hymn. Rotterdam,
LORD of Hosts, to thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise;
Thou thy people's hearts prepare
Here to meet for praise and prayer.
2 Let the living here be fed
With thy word, the heavenly bread;
Here, in hope of glory blest,
May the dead be laid to rest
3 Here to thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.
4 Hallelujah!-earth and sky,
To the joyful sound reply;
Hallelujah!-hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.
AND will the great eternal God
On earth establish his abode ?
And will he, from his heavenly throne,
Avow our temples for his own?
2 We bring the tribute of our praise,
And sing that condescending grace,
Which to our notes will lend an ear,
And call us, sinful mortals, near.
3 These walls we to thy honor raise;
Long may they echo with thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
4 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes and cheer his friends.
5 And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
That crowds were born to glory here.
GREAT King of glory, come,
And with thy favor crown
This temple as thy home,
This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, oh! deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.
2 Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
Like incense, to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.
3 Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polished stones,
Through long succeeding days:
Here, Lord, display thy saving power,
While temples stand, and men adore.
4 Here may the listening throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above:
Till all who humbly seek thy face,
Rejoice in thy abounding grace.
GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for gentiles find
Within thy courts a place.
How kind the care
Our God displays,
For us to raise
A house of prayer!
2 Though once estranged afar,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own:
Strangers no more,
To thee we come,
And find our nome,
And rest secure.
3 May all the nations throng
To worship in thy house;
And thou attend their song,
And smile upon their vows;
Indulgent still,
Till earth conspire On Zion's hill.
C. M. Stamford. St. Martin's.
GREAT Sovereign of the earth and sky,
And Lord of all below;
Before thy glorious Majesty,
Ten thousand seraphs bow.
2 Yet thou art not confined above;
Thy presence knows no bound;
Where'er thy praying people meet,
There thou art always found.
3 Behold, a temple raised for thee;
Oh meet thy people here;
Here, O thou King of saints, reside,
And in thy church appear.
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