PSALMS AND HYMNS.

INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP.

1. L. M. Watts.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;

High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love,
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

2. S. M. WATTS.

Call to Worship. Ps. 95. 1 COME, sound his praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God,

The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He

gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own,

And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord :
We are his work, and not our own,

He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,

And own your gracious God.

3. S. M. E. TAYLOR.

Invitation to the House of God. 1 COME to the house of prayer,

O thou afflicted, come; The God of peace shall meet thee there,

He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,

In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt his love; Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,

Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before his throne,

Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,

Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye

In mercy looks on all;
Who see'st the tear of misery,

And hear'st the mourner's call; 6 Up to thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,

And heaven on earth be won.

L. M. TATE & BRADY.

Public Worship. Ps. 65.
1 For thee, O God, our constant praise,

In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,

And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercy try;
While thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.

4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,

Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
While we, at humble distance, taste
The vast delights thy worship gives.

5. 8 & 7s. M. J. TAYLOR.

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 :
Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne.

3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,

Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws, Lord! with favor still attend us, Bless

us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us;

All our hope is from above.

6. H. M. DODDRIDGR.

Gentiles brought into the Temple. 1 GREAT Father of mankind,

We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place.

How kind the care
Our God displays,
For us to raise
A house of prayer!

2 Though once estranged far,

We now approach the Throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own.

Strangers no more,
To thee we come,
And find our home,
And rest secure.

3 To thee ourselves we join,

And love thy sacred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy claim.

Our Father-King,
Thy covenant-grace
Our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.

4 Here in thy house we feast

On dainties all divine;
And while such sweets we taste,
With joy our faces shine;