4 Saints should be joyful in their King,
E'en on a dying bed;

And, like the souls in glory, sing,
For God shall raise the dead.

5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,
Their hand shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.

6 When Christ the judgment seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,

Thrones are prepared for all his friends,
Who humbly loved him here.

7 Then shall they rule, with iron rod,
Nations that dared rebel :

And join the sentence of their God,
On tyrants doomed to hell.

8 The royal sinners, bound in chains,
New triumphs shall afford:

Such honor for the saints remains :-
Praise ye and love the Lord.

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Ver. 1, 2, 6. A Song of Praise.

'N God's own house pronounce his praise:
His grace he there reveals:

To heaven your joy and wonder raise;
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds:
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

3 All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker bless'd;

Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.

C. M.

END OF THE PSALMS.

HYMNS.

1

WORSHIP.

Assembling for Worship.

AWAY from every mortal care,

Away from earth our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,

And learn the wonders of thy power.
3 While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans ascend on high;

And prayer brings back a quick return
Of blessings in variety.

4 If Satan rage, and sin grow strong,
Here we receive some cheering word;
We gird the gospel armor on,

To fight the battles of the Lord.

5 Or if our spirit faints and dies,

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(Our conscience galled with inward stings,) Here doth the righteous Sun arise, With healing beams beneath his wings.

6 Father, my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side;
But if my feet must hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.

2

The Blessing of God implored.

1 IN thy great name, O Lord, we come
To worship at thy feet;

Oh pour thy Holy Spirit down
On all that now shall meet.

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2 We come to hear Jehovah speak,
To hear the Saviour's voice;
Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek;
Now make our hearts rejoice.

3 Teach us to pray and praise to hear
And understand thy word;
To feel thy blissful presence near,
And trust our living Lord,

4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove,
And saints rejoice in thee;

3

Let rebels be subdued by love,
And to the Saviour flee.

Divine Aid sought.

LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;

Oh do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ?
2 Lord, on thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Send some message from thy word,
That may peace and joy afford;

4

Let thy Spirit now impart

Full salvation to each heart.

Social Worship,

LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here we trust thou art;

Send down a coal of heavenly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.
2 Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;

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And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.
4 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.

5 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforced by mighty grace,

Awaken many sinners round
To come and fill the place.

1

THOU in whom thy saints are one,
Permit us now to see,

In this short hour of prayer and praise,
A glimpse of heaven and thee.

2 While with one heart and one desire,
Low at thy feet we kneel,

Oh warm our hearts with heavenly love,
And all thy grace reveal.

3 Thy gracious presence, Lord, alone
Can make our worship bless'd,

Drive from our thoughts a vexing world,
And lay our griefs to rest.

4 Descend and bless our waiting souls,
And meet us as thine own;

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And fit us to ascend and praise
Before th' eternal throne.

Assembling for Worship.

1 ASSEMBLED in thy name, O Lord,
We plead the promise of thy word;
We gather now to seek thy face,-
Oh may thy presence fill the place.
2 When 'mid the sad, forsaken band
Of thy disciples thou didst stand,
Thy voice, divinely speaking "Peace,"
Bade doubt and fear and sorrow cease.
3 Now may we hear the voice of love
Speak peace and pardon from above;
Sweet intercourse with Jesus find,
And prove him powerful, faithful, kind.

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C. M.

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4 Oh send us not away unblessed, For on thy gracious word we rest; We, sinners, to our Saviour flee,

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Helpless and hopeless but in thee. C. (original.)

The Praises of Heaven.

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1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue;

And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.
2 The saints, from sin for ever free,
There mourn its power no more;
But, clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

3 There the bless'd followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;

And endless honors to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.

4 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love; Our feeble notes inspire;

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Till in thy blissful courts above

We join th' angelic choir.

COME

Invocation of the Saviour.

OME, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our humble strains attend;

Mrs. Steele.

C. M.

While, with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.

2 When we thy wondrous glories hear,
And all thy sufferings trace,

What sweetly awful scenes appear!
What rich, unbounded grace!

3 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

4 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;

Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,