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2 Know, that the Lord is God alone;
He made and claims us for His own,

His creatures for Himself designed;
We are the sheep of Israel's fold,
The flock He hath redeemed of old;

His people now is all mankind.

3 O enter then His courts with praise,
Press to the channels of His grace,

With joyful thanks your God proclaim:
Give Him the glory of His love,
And praise Him, like the hosts above,

And bless His all-redeeming name.

4 Praise Him, the faithful Lord and good!
His mercy hath for ages stood;

His mercy stands for ever sure:
His steadfast truth shall never fail,
His word and oath unchangeable

Through all eternity endure.

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COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your
anguish,
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

2 Here dwells the Father; love's waters are

streaming [pure;

Forth from the throne of God, plenteous and Come to His temple for mercy redeeming; Earth has no sorrow that He cannot cure.

3 Here waits the Saviour, all gentle and loving,

Ready to meet us, His grace to reveal: On Him cast the burden, trustfully coming; Earth has no sorrow that Christ cannot heal.

4 Here speaks the Comforter, Light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, Advocate sure, Joy of the desolate! tenderly saying,,

'Earth has no sorrow My grace cannot cure.'

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HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, Thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. ,

2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode;
My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! My King! why should I be
So far from all my joys, and Thee?

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around Thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
Here they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.

5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before Thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

,vU (314) S.M. 8. Stennett. 1787.

HOW charming is the place
Where my Redeemer God
Unveils the beauties of His face,.
And sheds His love abroad!

2 Not the fair palaces

To which the great resort,
Are once to be compared with this,
Where Jesus holds His court.

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3 Here, on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crowned,

Our joyful eyes behold Him sit,
And smile on all around.

4 To Him their prayers and cries
Each humble soul presents:

He listens to their broken sighs,
And grants them all their wants.

5 To them His sovereign will
He graciously imparts;

And, in return, accepts, writh smiles,
The tribute of their hearts.

6 Give me, 0 Lord, a place
Within Thy blest abode;

Among the children of Thy grace,
The servants of my God.

(3ii) CM. Watts. 1719.

HOW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
'In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day!'
I love her gates, I love the road;

The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,

To show His milder face.
Up to her courts with joys unknown,

The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds His throne,

And sits in judgment there.
He hears our praises and complaints;

And while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,

We tremble and rejoice.
Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace

Be her attendants blest!

G My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

/CO (320) L.M. Watts. 1709.

FAR from our thoughts, vain world, begone,
Let our religious hours alone;
Let us by faith the Saviour see:
We wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.

2 Oh, warm our hearts with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, gracious Saviour, from above,
And feed our souls with heavenly love.

3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet Thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace, and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In Thee Thy Father's glories shine:
Let saints and angels join to praise
The riches of redeeming grace.

2a (817) S.M. Watts. 1719.

Psalm xlviii.

GREAT is the Lord our God, „
And let His praise be great; °
He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!

The honours of our native place, ,

And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known
: A refuge in distress;

How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

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4 In every new distress
We'll to His house repair;

We'll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

5 Far as Thy name is known
The world declares Thy praise;

Thy saints, O Lord, before Thy throne,
Their songs of honour raise.

6 The God we worship now.
Will guide us till we die,

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

4-6s & 2-8s. Watts. 1719,

LORD of the worlds above!
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thy earthly temples, are!
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray

Where God delights to hear!
O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
Who love the way to Zion's hill!

3 They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each o'ercomes at length,

Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat! Thou God, our King,
Shalt thither bring our willing feet.

4 God is our sun and shield,

Our light and our defence!
With gifts His hands are filled,

We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow upon our race
His saving grace, and glory too.

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