12. L. M. SALISBURY COL.

The House of God.
1 Lo, God is here! let us adore,

And humbly bow before his face:
Let all within us feel his power,

Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo, God is here! him day and night

United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,

Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings! may our praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill :
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

13. 78. M. J. TAYLOR.

Engagedness in Devotion.
1 LORD, before thy presence come,

Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,

Let us feel that thou art near. 2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers

Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expand her stores,

Glowing with the joy she feels. 3 At the portals of thine house,

We resign our earth-born cares :
Nobler thoughts our souls engross,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

14. L. M. TATE & BRADY.

Public Worship. Ps. 95.
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 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.
4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss

By the same sovereign right is his;
'T is moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.

5 O let us to his courts repair,

And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the LORD our Maker fall.

God may

15. C. M. DRENNAN.
be worshipped in every

Place.
1 The heaven of heavens cannot contain

The Universal Lord ;
Yet he in humble hearts will deign

To dwell and be adored.

2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice

Of fervent praise and prayer, Or on the earth, or in the skies,

The God of heaven is there.

3 His presence is diffused abroad

Through realms, through worlds unknown; Who seek the mercies of our God

Are ever near his throne.

16. C. M. BOWRING.

Pure Worship
1 The offerings to thy throne which rise,

Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice

Unless the heart is there.

2 Upon thine all-discerning ear

Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute, but the vow sincere,

The tribute of the good.
3 My offerings will indeed be blest,

If sanctified by thee;
If thy pure Spirit touch my breast

With its own purity.
4 0 may that Spirit warm my heart

To piety and love,
And to life's lowly vale impart
Some
rays

from heaven above.
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17. C. M. WATTS. Privilege of Christian Worship. Ps. 132. 1 The Lord in Zion placed his name,

His ark was settled there:
To Zion the whole nation came

To worship thrice a year. 2 But we have no such lengths to go,

Nor wander far abroad; Where'er thy saints assemble now,

There is a house for God.

3 Here, Mighty God! accept our vows,

Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,

And fill thy poor with bread.
4 Here let the son of David reign;

Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,

With love and power divine.
5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,

And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown,

And shame confound his foes.

18. 7. M.

BOWRING.
Humble Worship.
1 When before thy throne we kneel,

Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, O our God, to feel
All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought

When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought, is less than nought;

Thou, our God, art all in all.
3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we

In this vale of darkness dwell;
Yet presume to look to thee

'Midst thy light ineffable.
4 O receive the praise that dares

Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and Holy One!

19. C. M. BROWNE.

Acceptable Worship.
1 WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord,

And bow before his throne?
Oh! how procure his kind regard,

And for my guilt atone?
2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,

And spicy fumes ascend?
Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make

my
God my

friend?
3 O no, my soul! 't were fruitless all;

Such offerings are vain :
No fatlings from the field or stall

His favor can obtain.
4 To men their rights I must allow,

And proofs of kindness give;
To God with humble rev'rence bow,

And to his glory live.