56.

"Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem."-Psalm 122.

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.
2 With holy joy I hail the day
That warns my thirsting soul away
To dwell among the blest!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,

Their tribute hither bring: Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail th' immortal King.

1 I SING of God,-the world he made,
The glorious light, the soothing shade;
Dale, plain, and grove, and hill;
The wide and fathomless abyss,
Where nature joys in secret bliss,
And wisdom hides her skill.

2 "Tell them, I AM," Jehovah said:
The listening earth did hear in dread;
And, smitten to the heart, .
At once, above, beneath, around,
All nature, without voice or sound,
Replied, "O Lord, THOU ART!"

703.

The Fullness of Christ's Love.

1 O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,-
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell: No mortal can its riches tell,

Nor first-born sons of light:
In vain they long its depths to see;
They can not reach the mystery,—

The length, the breadth, the height. 3 God only knows the love of God; Oh that it now were shed abroad

In this poor, stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine-
Be mine this better part.

4 Oh that I could for ever sit
In transport at my Saviour's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear my Saviour's voice.

DOXOLOGY.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God, whom heaven's triumphant host
And saints on earth adore,
Be glory as in ages past,
Is now, and shall for ever last,

When time shall be no more!

18.

"Peace be within thy walls."-Psalm 122.

1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day Which God hath called his own; With joy the summons we obey

To worship at his throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
Where willing votaries throng
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace! Oh, deign to dwell

Within thy church below;
Make her in holiness excel,

With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite

To spread, with grateful zeal, around
Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which thou hast called thine own,
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at thy throne.

gone,

2 Up to the hills where Christ is
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

529.

"Come to the Ark."-Gen. 7: 1.

1 COME to the ark, come to the ark;
To Jesus come away;
The pestilence walks forth by night,
The arrow flies by day.

2 Come to the ark: the waters rise,
The seas their billows rear;
While darkness gathers o'er the skies,
Behold a refuge near!

3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin :
Without, deep calleth unto deep,
But all is peace within.

4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose;
Come, for the door, which open stood,
Is now about to close.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,
Because that light on thee hath shone
In which is perfect day.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear:
Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquered there! 4 Walk in the light! and thine shall be A path, though thorny, bright; For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee. And God himself is light!

1 HAPPY the home, when God is there, And love fills every breast;

Where one their wish, and one their prayer,

And one their heavenly rest.

2 Happy the home where Jesus' name
Is sweet to every ear;

Where children early lisp his fame,
And parents hold him dear.

3 Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise is wont to rise;
Where parents love the sacred word,
And live but for the skies.

4 Lord! let us in our homes agree,
This blessed peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to thee,
And love to all will reign.

DOXOLOGY.

LET God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, be adored,

Where there are works to make him

known,

Or saints to love the Lord!