4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.
5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessings from above, That we may render praise.
697 C. M. Quicken us, and we will call on thy name. Psalm 80:18.
Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart; Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.
2 Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise Our raptured thoughts explore.
3 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues.
3 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love; Our feeble notes inspire, Till, in thy blissful courts above, We join the heavenly choir.
698 C. M. Early will I seek thee. Psalm 63:1.
Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
699 C. M. The morrow after the Sabbath. Lev. 23:11.
Blest day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days: The laborer’s rest, the saint’s delight, The day of prayer and praise.
2 My Saviour’s face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise: And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days.
3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind: And they who do the Lord’s day love, A happy week shall find.
4 This day I must to God appear, For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine.
700 S. M. Stand up and bless the Lord. Neh. 9:5.
Stand up and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul, and voice.
2 O for the living flame, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And raise to heaven our thought!
3 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers.
4 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless his glorious name, Henceforth for evermore.
701 S. M. Come, we that love the Lord.
Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from this place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From hope and faith may grow.
5 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
6 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We’re marching o’er this hallowed ground To fairer worlds on high.
702 S. M. Come, sound his praise abroad.
Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his work, and not our own; He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
703 S. M. Blessed they that hunger. Matt. 5:6.
Hungry, and faint, and poor, Behold us, Lord, again Assembled at thy mercy’s door, Thy bounty to obtain.
2 Thy word invites us nigh, Or we would starve indeed; For we no money have to buy, Nor righteousness to plead.
3 The food our spirits want, Thy hand alone can give; O! hear the prayer of faith, and grant That we may eat and live!
704 S. M. As I have seen thee in the sanctuary. Psalm 63:2.
My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail, To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.