Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion Part 78

463. S. M. Briggs' Coll.

Seasons for Prayer.

1 Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with G.o.d all day.

2 At noon, beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In the weary heat of day.

3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of G.o.d, With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight veils our eyes, O, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, With Thee to watch and pray.

464. 11s. M. Mrs. Osgood.

Glad Wors.h.i.+p.

1 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control; G.o.d loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust; O, serve Him with gladness,--the Loving and Just!

2 His bounty is tender, His being is love; His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above; Confiding, believing, O, enter always His courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!

3 Come not to His temple with pride in thy mien But lowly and simple, in courage serene; Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child, Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!

465. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Praise Ye the Lord.

1 Heralds of creation! cry,-- Praise the Lord, the Lord most high!

Heaven and earth! obey the call; Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.

2 For He spake, and forth from night Sprang the universe to light; He commanded,--nature heard, And stood fast upon His word.

3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above; Spirits perfected in love!

Sun and moon! your voices raise; Sing, ye stars! your Maker's praise.

4 Earth! from all thy depths below, Ocean's hallelujahs flow; Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm, Hail and snow! His will perform.

5 Birds! on wings of rapture soar, Warble at His temple's door; Joyful sounds from herds and flocks, Echo back, ye caves and rocks!

6 High above all height His throne; Excellent His name alone; Him let all His works confess!

Him let all His children bless!

466. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.

"The Lord Is in His Holy Temple."

1 G.o.d is in His holy temple: Thoughts of earth, be silent now, While with reverence we a.s.semble, And before His presence bow.

He is with us now and ever, When we call upon His name, Aiding every good endeavor, Guiding every upward aim.

2 G.o.d is in His holy temple;-- In the pure and holy mind; In the reverent heart and simple; In the soul from sense refined: Then let every low emotion Banished far and silent be!

And our souls, in pure devotion, Lord, be temples worthy Thee!

467. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson.

G.o.d.

1 O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!

On darkling man in pure effulgence s.h.i.+ne, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!

2 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest; From Thee, great G.o.d! we spring, to Thee we tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!

468. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.

Thanksgiving Hymn.

1 Praise to G.o.d, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days!

Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ!

All to Thee, our G.o.d, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow!

2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise!

3 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise!

4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and public wealth, Knowledge, with its gladdening streams, Pure religion's holier beams;-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise!

469. 7s. M. Merrick.