PSALMS, HYMNS, CITANTS,

AND

ANTHEMS.

THE HOUSE OF GOD.

1.

The Loveliness of Divine Worship.

C.M.

MILTON.

How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,
From noise and trouble free!

How beautiful the sweet accord

Of souls that pray to thee!

Lord God of hosts, that reign'st on high!

They are the truly blest,

Who only will on thee rely,

In thee alone will rest.

They pass refreshed the thirsty vale,
The dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful watery dale,
Where springs and showers abound.

They journey on from strength to strength,
With joy and gladsome cheer,

Till all before our God at length

In Zion do appear.

For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright:
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.

2.

The Universal Father.

L.M.

BUTCHER

Father of all where shall we find
A temple suited to thy praise ?
To thee, the uncreated mind,
What earthly altar shall we raise?
We'll call a multitude around,

And gladly seek the house of prayer;
There thy salvation we have found,

And still, O God, we'll seek it there.
From breast to breast the holy flame
Shall kindle round the sacred place;
At once we'll hymn our Father's name,
At once we'll seek our Father's face.

There, heavenly Father, condescend,
To meet us with peculiar love;
And when the hymns of earth shall end,
We'll give thee nobler hymns above.

3.

Universal Worship.

L.M.

STERNHOLD.

All people that on earth do dwell,

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The Lord ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make;
We are His flock, He doth us feed;
And for His sheep He doth us take.
O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;

Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;

His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

4.

Desiring Public Worship.

L.M.

WATTS.

How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face and learn thy praise.

Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

5.

The Christian Temple.

L.M.

LAMPORT.

If, in a temple made with hands,
God speaketh still his high commands;
Let me to that blest place repair,
That I may learn my duty there.