HEATH. C. M. LOWELL MASON. 24 Psalm 84. My soul, how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! "T is heaven to see his smiling face, 2 There the great Monarch of the skies 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place; While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. PETERBORO'. C. M. Isaac Watts. 25 Psalm 25: 14. SPEAK to me, Lord, thyself reveal, While here on earth I rove; Speak to my heart, and let me feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, I forget All time and toil and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Thou callest me to seek thy face; Thy face, O God, I seek,Attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak. SING We the song of those who stand 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here: 3 Toil, trial, sufferings still await The Church Triumphant's song. 4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,”Cry the redeemed above; "Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love!" 5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing, "Who died our souls to save! Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting? Thy victory, O Grave!” James Montgomery. WITH joy we hail the sacred day 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair? ARISE, O King of grace! arise, And enter to thy rest; Harriet Auber. Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, All that the ark did once contain 3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows; 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne; Isaac Watts. ST. THOMAS. S. M. WILLIAM TANSUR. How charming is the place Where my Redeem-er, God, Unvails the beauty of his face, And sheds his love a-broad! This is the day of light: Let there be light to day; O Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom a - way. THIS is the day of light: Let there be light to-day; O Day-spring, rise upon our night, 2 This is the day of rest: Our failing strength renew; On weary brain and troubled breast Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, 4 This is the day of prayer: Let earth to heaven draw near; 5 This is the first of days: Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death! John Ellerton. |