1 COME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

3 One day, amid the place
Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power;
Sing, how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Ye pilgrims! on the road
To Zion's city, sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,-
In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,-
"Ye blessed children! come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

5 There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

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45.

Psalm 92.

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;

And when approach the shades of night,
Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice,
With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

48.

1 How charming is the place
Where my Redeemer, God,
Unvails the beauty of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!

2 Not the fair palaces,

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

3 Here on the mercy-seat,

With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit
And smile on all around.

4 Give me, O Lord, a place

Within thy blest abode,
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.

1 How pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

2 Zion-thrice happy place— Adorned with wondrous grace,

53.

1 'Tis heaven begun below

To hear Christ's praises flow

In Zion, where his name is known:
What will it be above

To sing redeeming love,

And cast our crowns before his throne !

2 When we adore him there,

We shall be void of fear,

In thee our tribes appear

To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne;

He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinners sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest:
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

5 My tongue repeats her vows,
"Peace to this sacred house !"

For here my friends and kindred dwell:
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
2

Love will absorb us quite, Love, in the midst of light, On God's eternal love shall feed.

3 Oh, what sweet company

We then shall hear and see!
What harmony will there abound!
When souls unnumbered sing
The praise of Zion's King,
Nor one dissenting voice is found!
4 With everlasting joy,

Such as will never cloy,

We shall be filled, nor wish for more; Bright as meridian day,

Calm as the evening ray,
Full as a sea without a shore.

5 Till that blest period come,
Zion shall be my home;
And may I never thence remove,
Till from the church below
To that on high I go,

And there commune in perfect love!

HENDON. 78.

1 LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh, do not our suit disdain!
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
2 Lord, on thee our souls depend,
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee; here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope.
5 Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick; the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread,
With thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard-and that my guide.
4 Constant to my latest end,

Thou my footsteps shalt attend;
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.

56.

1 To thy temple we repair-
Lord, we love to worship there,
When within the vail we meet
Thee
upon the mercy-seat.

2 While thy glorious name is sung,
Tune our lips-unloose our tongue;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Thee, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While to thee our prayers ascend,
Let thine ear in love attend;
Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads-
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While thy word is heard with awe,
While we tremble at thy law,
Let thy gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.

5 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn;
That at evening we may say-
'We have walked with God to-day.'