2 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.
3 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.
4 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There 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.
1 O, HOW delightful is the road
That leads us to thy temple, Lord!
With joy we visit thine abode,
And seek the treasures of thy word.
20 heavenly treasures! glorious light!
From ancient sages long concealed,
Till Christ restored the feeble sight,
And God's unchanging word revealed.
3 For thee, O Lord, our thoughts prepare The sacrifice thy love demands
A soul repentant and sincere,
A grateful heart, and liberal hands.
1 MY God, permit my tongue
This joy to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this-
To serve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not all the dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
5 Since thou hast been my Help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.
1 O, COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state,
Is with unrivalled glory great-
A King superior far to all-
Whom by his title God we call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
"Tis moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.
6 O, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly, all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
1 COME, let us sing unto the Lord,
The Rock of our salvation sing,
With joyful noise his praise record,
And thanks before his presence bring:
Great is Jehovah, great our God,
Exalted above all his throne;
The depths of earth obey his nod;
The mountain tops are all his own.
2 He made the sea; the land he made;
And both his matchless power reveal:
O, be the Lord our God obeyed;
O, come, before him let us kneel:
He is our Maker, we his flock,
His people, by his pastures fed:
Let not your hearts be turned to rock:
O, hear his warning voice with dread.
1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store :
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.
Surrounding the Mercy-Seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
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