2 My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to thy name: Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame.
3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.
O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue:
2 Not now on Zion's hight alone Thy favored worshipers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary, by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer-- The incense of the heart--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee!
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!
677 L. M. Coming together in the name of Jesus. Matt. 18:20.
Great God! the followers of thy Son, We bow before thy mercy-seat, To worship thee, the holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet.
2 O, grant thy blessing here to-day; O, give thy people joy and peace; The tokens of thy love display, And favor that shall never cease.
3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought, His path of light we long to tread; Here be his holy doctrines taught, And here their purest influence shed.
4 May faith, and hope, and love abound; Our sins and errors be forgiven; And we, from day to day, be found The sons of God and heirs of heaven.
Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest to gain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost; Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word.