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797 We shall be satisfied with the

goodness of Thy house.-Ps, 65, 4.

1 PRAISE for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates;

All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find, through Christ, salvation there.

2 Our spirits faint, our sins prevail, Leave not our trembling hearts to fail: O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner's Friend. 3 How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept! how richly fed! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee! 4 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills: Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earth Thy bounty wide displays. 5 The year is with Thy goodness crowned, Thy clouds drop wealth the world around;

Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,

And nature smiles and owns her King. 6 Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour; The moral waste within restore:

O let Thy love our springtide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

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798 The Lord God is a Sun and Shield.

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-Ps. 84, 11.

GREAT God, attend while Zion sings

The joy that from Thy presence springs;

To spend one day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within Thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy

door.

3 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.
4 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.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious host of heaven obey,
And devils at Thy presence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in Thee.

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799 I will command My blessing upos

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you.-Lev. 25, 21.

COMMAND Thy blessing from above,

God, on all assembled here;

Behold us with a Father's love,
While we look up with filial fear.

2 Command Thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! May we Thy true disciples be;

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Speak to each heart the mighty word,
Say to the weakest, Follow me.

3 Command Thy blessing in this hour,
Spirit of truth! and fill the place
With wounding and with healing
power,

With quickening and confirming grace. 4 O Thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide, One true eternal God confest, [vide Whom Thou hast joined may none di None dare to curse whom Thou hast blest.

5 With Thee and these for ever found, May all the souls who here unite, With harps and songs Thy throne sur round,

Rest in Thy love, and reign in light.

C.M.

800 What shall I render unto the

Lora.-Ps. 118, 19,

I LOVE the Lord! He lent an ear
When I for help implored;

He rescued me from all my fear;
Therefore I love the Lord.

2 Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest,
His goodness called thee home.
3 What shall I render unto Thee,
My Saviour, in distress,

For all Thy benefits to me,
So great, so numberless ?

4 This will I do for Thy love's sake,
And thus Thy power proclaim;
Salvation's joyful cup I take,
And call upon Thy name.

5 Thou God of covenanted grace,
Hear and record my vow,
While in Thy courts I seek Thy face,
And at Thine altar bow:-

6 Henceforth to Thee myself I give,
With single heart and eye,
To walk before Thee while I live,
And bless Thee when I die.

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801 The Lord's throne is in heaven.

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Ps. 11, 4.

TITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above;
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of heaven's almighty King:
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to Thee,
Our filial duty pay;

Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.

4 We come through Christ; through Christ alone,

Our great High Priest above:
He intercedes before the throne,-
Accept us through His love.

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5 While in Thy house of prayer we kneel, With trust and holy fear;

Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

6 With fervour teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing;

Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

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802 In My Father's house are many

mansions.-John 14, 2.

1 THOUGH nature's temple, large and

Resounds with joyful lays,
From creatures taught to swell the tide
Of their Creator's praise :-

2 A fairer habitation greets
The Christian's joyful eye,

Where Christ his new-born wishes meets,

And lifts his hopes on high.

3 A calm asylum for the soul
With guilt and fear opprest,
Where mercy waits, as seasons roll,
To give the weary rest.

4 The still small voice of heavenly love
Here calls our thoughts away
To purer joys, that shine above
The influence of decay.

5 While faith, with undiverted eyes,
Through all the storms of time,
Elated views the glorious prize
Of heaven's eternal clime.

6 Lord! with delight my constant feet
To Thine abode would come;
Till death my willing soul shall meet,
And gently waft it home.

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803 I will exalt Thee. I will praise

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Thy name.-Isa. 25, 1.

humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise,

For He is good, immensely good,
And kind are all His ways.

2 All nature owns His guardian care,
In Him we live and move;
But nobler benefits deelare
The wonders of His love.

3 He gave His Son, His only Son,
To ransom rebel men:

Tis here He makes His goodness known, And gives us life again.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;
Tis here our hope relies,

A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in Thee:
Their humble hope Thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to Thine almighty love
What honours shall we raise?
Not all the raptured songs above
Can render equal praise,

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804 4 great mettitude, which no man

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SING

could number.-Rev.7, 9.

ING we the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,

Of every kindred, clime, and land,-
A multitude unknown.

2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock appear
One Shepherd and one fold.

3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim throng,
Yet learn we in our low estate,
The saints' triumphant song.

4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain!
Cry the redeemed above,

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Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing.
Who died our souls to save;

Henceforth, O death! where is thy sting?

Thy victory, O grave?