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

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

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OW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,

'In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day!'

2 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.

8 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds His throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God My Saviour, reigns.

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AR from our thoughts, vain world, begone,

FA

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.

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S.M.
Psalm xlviii.

REAT is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great;

WATTS.

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

4

5

In Zion God is known

A refuge in distress;

How bright has His salvation shone

Through all her palaces!

In every new distress

We'll to His house repair;

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

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.

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2

3

4-6s & 2-8s.

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.
O happy souls that

pray
Where God delights to hear!
O happy men that pay

WATTS.

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

5

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.
The Lord His people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,
From holy, humble souls;
Thrice happy he, O Lord of Hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee!

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HOW lovely are Thy tents, O Lord!

Where'er Thou choosest to record

Thy Name, or place Thy house of prayer!
My soul outflies the angel-choir,

And faints, o'erpowered with strong desire,
To meet Thy special presence there.

2 Happy the men, to whom 'tis given, To dwell within that gate of heaven,

And in Thy house record Thy praise; Whose strength and confidence Thou art, Who feel Thee, Saviour, in their heart,

The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace: 3 Who, passing through the mournful vale, Drink comfort from the living well,

That flows replenished from above; From strength to strength advancing here, Till all before their God appear,

And each receives the crown of love!
4 Better a day Thy courts within,
Than thousands in the tents of sin;
How base the noblest pleasures there!
How great the weakest child of Thine!
His meanest task is all divine,

And kings and priests Thy servants are. 5 The Lord protects and cheers His own,Their light and strength, their shield and sun;

He shall both grace and glory give:
Unlimited His bounteous grant;
No real good they e'er shall want;
All, all is theirs, who upright live.
6 O Lord of Hosts, how blest is he
Who steadfastly believes in Thee!

He all Thy promises shall gain:
The soul, that on Thy love is cast,
Thy perfect love on earth shall taste,
And soon with Thee in glory reign.

JESUS, where'er Thy people meet,

COWPER

There they behold Thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going, take Thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few! Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 5 Behold, at Thy commanding word, We stretch the curtain and the cord; Come Thou, and fill this wider space, And bless us with a large increase. 6 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near;

Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; Oh, rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own!

L.M. 6 lines.

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(GOD of our forefathers, hear,

C. WESLEY,

And make Thy faithful mercies known: To Thee, through Jesus, we draw near, Thy suffering, well-beloved Son,

In whom Thy smiling face we see,

In whom Thou art well pleased with me.

2 With solemn faith we offer up,

And spread before Thy glorious eyes,
That only ground of all our hope,
That precious, bleeding Sacrifice,
Which brings Thy grace on sinners down,
And perfects all our souls in one.

3 Acceptance through His only name,
Forgiveness in His blood, we have;
But more abundant life we claim

Through Him, who died our souls to save, To sanctify us by His blood,

And fill with all the life of God.