2 O happy souls, that pray Their constant service there! They praise Thee still; And happy They That love the way To Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength Till each in heaven appears. O glorious seat, Shall thither bring When God our King Our willing feet! Watts. 1719. 43 PSALM 122. C. M. 44 1 Peace be within this sacred place, 2 My soul shall pray for Zion still, There my best friends, my kindred dwell, 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, 3 Thy works of grace, how bright they shine; When grace hath well refined my heart. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, 45 46 1 AWAY from every mortal care, Watts. 1719. L. M.. Away from earth, our souls retreat; And learn the wonders of Thy power. 4 Father! my soul would here abide; 1 To Thy temple I repair: s. 47 3 While Thy glorious praise is sung, 4 While the prayers of saints ascend, Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads; 5 While I hearken to Thy Law, 6 While Thy ministers proclaim James Montgomery. 1825. a. Liebster Jesu, wir sind hit 7,8,8. 1 BLESSED Jesus, at Thy word 2 All our knowledge, sense, and sight With the beams of truth unclouded. Thou alone to God canst win us, 48 3 Glorious Lord, Thyself impart! Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading. Hear, and bless our prayers and praises. Tr. Tobias Clausnitzer. 1671. Angulare Fundamentum. 1 CHRIST is our Corner-stone; With His true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled: H.M. Of present grace 20 then, with hymns of praise The Three in One to sing; And thus proclaim In joyful song, Both loud and long, That glorious Name. 3 Here, gracious God, do Thou Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh: In copious shower, Each holy day, On all who pray, Thy blessing pour. 4 Here may we gain from heaven Until that day When all the blest To endless rest Are called away. 5 Praise to the God of heaven, The Holy Dove, Who makes us meet 49 50 For the blest seat 1 LONG have I sat beneath the sound But still how weak my faith is found, 2 My Hope, my Portion, and my God, By all the judgments of Thy rod, 3 How cold and feeble is my love! How low my hope of joys above! C.M. 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power impart 5 Show my forgetful feet the way There knowledge grows without decay, Watts. 1709. a. 1 FREQUENT the day of God returns, C.M. |