And grace shall guide, and glory crown
The happy fav'rites of his care.

6 O LORD of hosts, thou GOD of grace! How blest, divinely blest, is he,

Who trusts thy love, and seeks thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on thee.

5.

Common Metre. DODDRIDGE.
Asking the way to Zion.

1 leads to Zion's hill; INQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way

And thither set your steady face,
With a determin'd will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,
Your pious march to join;
And spread the sentiments you feel
Of faith and love divine.

3 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour out fervent pray❜r.

4 Come, let us join our souls to GOD,
In everlasting bands;

And seize the blessings he bestows
With eager hearts and hands.

5 Come, let us seal, without delay,
The cov❜nant of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory efface.

6 Thus may our rising offspring haste
To seek their fathers' GOD;
Nor e'er forsake the happy path,
Their youthful feet have trod.

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6.

Proper Metre. WATTS.

Going up to worship.

OW pleas'd and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,

Come, let us seek our GOD to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear

To pray, or praise, or hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 May Peace attend thy gate,
And Joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest!
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

4

My tongue repeats her vows,

"Peace to this sacred house!"

For there my friends and kindred dwell;

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And since my glorious GoD Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.

7.

Common Metre. WATTS.
Attendance on divine worship.

H My friends devoutly say,
HOW

OW did my heart rejoice to hear

In God's own house let us appear,
And keep the solemn day.

2 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains:

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There GOD my saviour reigns.

3 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace
Be her attendants blest!

8.

Common Metre. WATTS.

The church our delight and safety.
HE LORD of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;

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GOD is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires:
O! grant me an abode,

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
GOD has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,

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And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

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9.

Long Metre. Watts.
The church the garden of GOD.

ORD! 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yield such a comely sight as these.

3 The plants of grace shall ever live;
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

4 Laden with fruits of age, they show
The LORD is holy, just, and true:
None that attend his courts shall find
A GOD unfaithful or unkind.

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10.

Long Metre. BOYSE.
Acceptable worship.

worship God requires,

Inflam'd with pure and holy fires.
When love celestial warms the breast,
Our homage, and our vows, are blest.
2 When piety, and truth refin'd
Possess the temple of the mind,
With grateful flames the altars glow,
And God will visit man below.

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Common Metre. BROWNE.
The same subject.

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HEREWITH shall I approach the
LORD,

And bow before his throne?

Oh! how procure his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone?

2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?

Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my GOD my friend?

3 O no, my soul! 'twere fruitless all;
Such offerings are vain: