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2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame; ||: From our worldly cares set free,May we rest this day in Thee. :||

3 Here we come Thy name to praise; Let us feel Thy presence near; May Thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in Thy house appear: ||: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast.:

4 May Thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints: |: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we rest in Thee above. :||

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John Newton.

1 Pleasant are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are Thy courts below
In this land of sin and woe.
Oh, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
King of glory, God of grace!

2 Happy birds that sing and fly,
Round Thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest,
In their heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls, their praises flow,
Ever in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length; At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

Henry F. Lyte

One.

3 While in Thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

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Thomas Jervis.

1 Now let our voices join
To raise a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 See-flowers of paradise,

In rich profusion, spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See-Salem's golden spires,
In beauteous prospect, rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honor to His name,

Who marks the shining way,To Him who leads the pilgrims on To realms of endless day.

Philip Doddridge.

9 GREENWOOD. S. M.

JOSEPH E. SWEETSER,

2 While flowers are wet with dews,

Dew of our souls, descend: Ere yet the sun the day renews, O Lord, Thy Spirit send.

3 Upon the battle-field,

Before the fight begins,

We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield, To guard us from our sins.

4 Ere yet our vessel sails

Upon the stream of day,

We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way.

5 On the lone mountain side,

Before the morning's light,
The Man of Sorrows wept and cried,
And rose refreshed with might.

6 Oh, hear us then, for we

Are very weak and frail,

We make the Saviour's name our plea, And surely must prevail.

ΙΟ

Charles H. Spurgeon.

1 Sweet is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious name to sing;

To praise and pray-to hear Thy word, And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell;

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2 Now may the King descend, And fill His throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, extend,

While saints address Thy face:

Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours: Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

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1 O Zion! tune thy voice,

-Hayward.

And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,

And boast salvation nigh;
Cheerful in God, arise and shine,
While rays divine stream all abroad.

2 He gilds thy mourning face

With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace

He pours around thy head;
The nations round thy form shall view,
With luster new, divinely crowned.

3 In honor to His name,

Reflect that sacred light;
And loud that grace proclaim,

1 Now, to Thy sacred house, With joy I turn my feet,

Where saints, with morning-vows,

In full assembly meet:

Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from Thy throne Thy mercy shine.

2 Oh, send Thy light abroad;

Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God,

And guide my doubtful way; I'll hear Thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 3 Now in Thy holy hill,

Before Thine altar, Lord! My harp and song shall sound The glories of Thy word: Henceforth, to Thee, O God of grace! A hymn of praise my life shall be.

Timothy Dwight