5 Here, may th' attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love, And converts join the

Of seraphim above,

song

And willing crowds surround thy board With sacred joy and sweet accord. 6 Here, may our unborn sons

And daughters sound thy praise, And shine like polish'd stones,

Through long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore.

CCXXXVII. L. M.

DODdridge.

·On opening a place of public worship.

1 GREAT God, thy watchful care we bless, Which guards thine earthly courts in

peace,

Nor dare tumultuous foes invade,
To fill thy worshippers with dread.
2 These walls we to thy honour raise,
Long may they echo to thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 Here let the great Redeemer reign
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
4 And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey;
May it before the world appear
That crowds were born to glory here.

*CXXXVIII. C. M. NEWTON.
On opening a place for social prayer.
DEAR Shepherd of thy people, here
Thy presence now display;

As thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.

2 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

3 Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessings from above,
That we may render praise.

4 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place,

CCXXXIX. S. M. S. STENNETT,

The pleasures of social Worship.

[OW charming is the place,
Where my Redeemer God

Unveils the beauties of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!

2 Not the fair palaces

To which the great resort,
Are once to be compar'd with this,
Where Jesus holds his court.

3 Here on the mercy-seat,

With radiant glory crown'd,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit,
And smile on around.

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To him their prayers and cries
Each humble soul presents:
He listens to their broken sighs,
And grants them all their wants.

5 To them his sovereign will
He graciously imparts:

And in return accepts with smiles
The tribute of their hearts.

6 Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.

CCXL. S. M. WATTS'S LYRIC POEMS.

"A

Forms vain without Grace.

LMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Through the creation's frame !

2 Nature in ev'ry dress

Her constant homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too,

Fain would my tongite adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

[But pride, that busy sin,

Spoils all that I perform,

Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,

And swells a haughty worm.]

3 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain;

2

This wretched heart will ne'er be true,

Until 'tis form'd again.

Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul ascend

In sweet perfumes of praise.

CCXLL L. M. S. STENNETT.

To be sung between Prayer and Sermon,
Mat. xviii. 20.

WHERE two or three, with sweet accord,
Obedient to their sovereign Lord,

Meet to recount his acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise;

66 There," says the Saviour," will I be,
"Amid this little company:

"To them unveil my smiling face, "And shed my glories round the place." 3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, Relying on thy faithful word:

O send thy Spirit from above,

And fill our hearts with heavenly love.

CCXLIL C. M.

RIPPON'S BELEC.

God giveth the increase. 1 Cor. iii. 6. 7.

'IN

'N vain Apollos' silver tongue,
And Paul's with strains profound,
Diffuse among the list'ning throng,
The gospel's gladdning sound:
2 Jesus, the work is wholly thine
To form the heart anew,

Olet thy power and grace divine
These stubborn souls subdue.

CCXLIII. C. M. BEDDOME.

The Freeness of the Gospel. Rev. xxii. 17. 1 HOW free and boundless is the grace Of our redeeming God, Extending to the Greek and Jew, And inen of every blood!

The mightiest king, and meanest slave,
May his rich mercy taste;

He bids the beggar and the prince
Unto the gospel feast.

3 None are excluded thence, but those
Who choose themselves t' exclude;
Welcome the learned and polite,
The ignorant and rude.

4 Come then, ye men of every name,
Of every rank and tongue;

1

What you're made willing to rece i v
Doth unto you belong.

CCXLIV. L. M. RIPPON'S Selec.
The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2, 4.
HOW long, thou faithful God, shall I
Here in thy ways forgotten lie?
When shall the means of healing be
The channels of thy grace to me?

2 Sinners on every side step in,
And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.

3 Thou cov❜nant angel swift come down,
To-day thine own appointments crown;
Thy power into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use.