301. Psalm LXXXIV. O GOD of hosts, the Mighty Lord, Where Thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st 2 My longing soul faints with desire 3 O Lord of hosts, my King and God, 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee, Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to Thy dwelling lead! 5 Thus they proceed from strength to strength, And still approach more near, Till all on Sion's holy mount Before their God appear. 6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, Whose hope and trust, securely placed, New Version. I 2 302. Psalm LXXXIV. LORD of the worlds above, My heart aspires To see my God. O happy souls that pray O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise Thee still; And happy they That love the way To Sion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears : O glorious seat, When God our King Shall thither bring I. Watts I 303. Psalm LXXXIV. PLEASANT are Thy courts above In the land of light and love ; 2 Happy birds that sing and fly 3 Happy souls; their praises flow Even in this vale of woe ; Waters in the desert rise; Manna feeds them from the skies: Who hast led them safe through all. H. F. Lyte. I 2 304. LORD, when before Thy throne we meet, Thy goodness to adore, From heaven, th' eternal mercy-seat, On us Thy blessing pour; And make our inmost souls to be An habitation meet for Thee. The Body for our ransom given ; With this immortal food from heaven, 3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh! And let our adoration rise, As fragrant incense, to the skies. Amen. My 305. God, and is Thy Table spread? And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 3 Oh! let Thy Table honoured be, And furnished well with joyful guests; That here its sacred pledges tastes. 4 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord! And bid our drooping graces live; And more, that energy afford I A Saviour's Blood alone can give. Amen. 306. Sancti, venite, Corpus Christi sumite. DRAW nigh, and take the Body of the Lord, 2 Saved by that Body, hallowed by that Blood, Whereby refreshed, we render thanks to God. 3 Salvation's Giver, Christ the only Son, By that His Cross and Blood the victory won. 4 Offered was He for greatest and for least: Himself the Victim, and Himself the Priest. 5 Victims were offered by the Law of old, That in a type, celestial mysteries told. 6 He, Ransomer from death, and Light from shade, Giveth His holy grace His saints to aid. 7 Approach ye then, with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here. T 7. M. Neale. (tr.) |