May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
1 COME to the place of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
2 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.
3 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call;
4 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.
Commencing Hymn. 8's & 7's M.
1 LORD! from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to thee aspires.
2 From thy fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
We thy mercy hear proclaiming,
Peace and pardon from the skies.
3 We would share thy great salvation
With the pure and humble mind;
With each kindred tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined.
4 Blessings all around bestowing,
Lord, withhold thy care from none;
Be thy mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of thy throne.
5 Lord, with favor still attend us;
Bless us with thy wond'rous love:
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us:
All our hope is from above.
Commencing Hymn. 7's M.
'Watchman, tell us,' &c.
1 BLEST Instructor! from thy ways
Who can tell how oft he strays?
Save from error's growth our mind,
Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
2 Purge us from the guilt that lies
Wrapt within our hearts' disguise;
Let us thence, by thee renewed,
Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3 Let our tongues, from error free,
Speak the words approved by thee;
To thine all-observing eyes
Let our thoughts accepted rise.
4 While we thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Instructor! bow thine ear;
God our strength! propitious hear.
Commencing Hymn. 7's M.
Watchman, tell us,' &c.
1 SUPPLIANT, lo! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend,-
We are weak, Almighty thou.
2 With the peace thy word imparts,
Be the taught and teacher blest;
In their lives, and on their hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.
3 Pour into each longing mind
Light and knowledge from above;
Charity for all mankind—
Trusting faith, enduring love.
4 Here, in joy's triumphant day,
Still may grateful hearts arise,
Bright with rapture's kindling ray,
Purely, fondly to the skies.
5 Here, in sorrow's chastening hour,
May thy word its light diffuse;
Fresh'ning as the vernal shower,
Peaceful as the silent dews.
6 Grant us spirits lowly, pure,
Errors pardon'd, sins forgiven;
Humble trust, obedience sure,
Love to man, and faith to heaven.
T. GRAY, JR.
1 ONCE more the light of day I see;
Lord, with it let me raise
My heart and voice in song to thee,
Of gratitude and praise.
2 The sky-lark from its lowly nest
Hath soar'd into the sky,
And by its joyous song express'd
Unconscious praise on high.
3 My feeble voice and faltering tone
No tuneful tribute bring;
But thou canst in my heart make known
What bird can never sing.
4 Instruct me, then, to lift my heart
To thee in praise and prayer;
And love and gratitude impart,
For every good I share.
5 Thus let me, Lord, confess the debt
I owe thee day by day;
Nor e'er at night or morn forget
To thee, O God! to pray.
Morning Song. 1 WHEN the morning bells are ringing,
To the chapel we repair,
Where our voices join in singing,
And our hearts unite in prayer.
2 Thanks to God for his protection,
While in helpless sleep we lay;
When in darkness his direction
Brought us to this holy day.
3 Let us all, with firm endeavor,
In our duties now engage;
We shall gain our Father's favor,
Bending o'er his sacred page.
4 There the lessons he has taught us,
Will our hearts and minds improve;
And the blessings he has sent us
Wake a strong and filial love.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light,
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O, what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
O, what a sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
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