O thou afflicted, come; The God of peace shall meet thee there; He makes that house his home. 2 Come to the house of praise, 3 4 Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, Your knees together bow. Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love: Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. Ye young, before his throne Your cheerful anthems raise; Nor let your hearts his praise disown, Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all, Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call, 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, L. M. V. WATTS. 1 FROM all that dwell below the skies 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. GIVE thanks to God, the heavenly King, Let the whole earth his praises sing, Whose truth is ever sure. L. M. VII. PIERPOINT. 10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time, 2 Not now on Zion's height alone 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, 5 O thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung! To thee, at last, in every clime Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. L. M, VIII. NORTON. 1 WHERE ancient forests widely spread, 2 Beneath the dark blue midnight arch, Whence myriad suns pour down their rays, Where planets trace their ceaseless march, Father! we worship as we gaze. 3 The tombs thine altars are, for there, 4 All space is holy, for all space Is filled by thee: but human thought 5 Here be they taught: and may we know That faith thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears through weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold. 6 Nor we alone: may those whose brow 1 THIRSTING for a living spring, Seeking for a higher home, AMERICAN COLL. Resting where our souls must cling, 2 Glorious hopes our spirit fill, 3 Life's hard conflict we would win, 4 Make us beautiful within By thy spirit's holy light; Guard us when our faith burns dim, Father of all love and might! |