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.
1 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 raise throughout eternity.
1 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;
Then joy shall tune our humble songs,
Till we shall join immortal tongues
In nobler praise above.
In Behalf of Widows and Orphans.
1 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!
1 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.
On Opening a Place of Worship.
1 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,
Hosanna! 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, no 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.
78. Pleyel's Hymn. Rotterdam. 1 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.
1 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.
1 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.
1 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 home,
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,
To join the choir
Till earth conspire On its
I 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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