4 Here manifeft thyfelf in peace,
Thy faithful mercies now make known;
Oh! breathe on us a gale of

grace, And fend the cheering bleffing down. We gladly for thy coming wait,

Seeking to know thee as thou art;

We bow as finners at thy feet,

And bid thee welcome to our heart.

10.

The Temple of God.

The Moft High dwelleth not in temples made with hands. Acts vii. 48.

Ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. John iv. 21.

Ye are the temple of the living God. 2 Cor. vi. 16.

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ESUS, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy feat;
Where'er they feek thee thou art found,
And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confin'd,
Inhabiteft the humble mind;

3

Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.

Dear Shepherd of thy chofen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of thy faving name.

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4 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray❜r,
To ftrengthen faith, and fweeten care;
To teach our faint defires to rise,
And bring all heav'n before our eyes.

5

Behold! at thy commanding word
Let Sion stretch her cords abroad;
Come then, and fill that wider space,
And bless us with a large increase.

6 LORD, we are few, but thou art near;
Nor fhort thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
Oh rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own!

II.

Throne of Grace.

Come boldly unto the throne of grace. Heb. iv. 16. If we confess our fins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our fins. 1 John i. 9.

For thy name's fake pardon mine iniquity, for it is great. Pf. xxv. 11.

LORD, how great's the favour,

That we, fuch finners poor,

Can, through thy death's fweet favour,
Approach thy mercy's door,

And find an open paffage

Unto the throne of grace; There wait the welcome meffage, Which bids us," go in peace!"

2 Lord, we are helpless creatures,
Full of the deepest need,
Throughout defil'd by nature,
Stupid, and inly dead;

Our strength is perfect weakness,
And all we have is fin,
Our hearts are all uncleanness,
A den of thieves within.

3 In this forlorn condition
Who can afford us aid?
Where can we find compaffion,
But in our Lord and Head?
Jefus, thou art all pity,

O take us to thine arms,

Extend to us thy mercy,

And fave us from all harms.

12.

For Devotedness.

Lord, thy fervant departs in peace, for mine eyes have feen thy falvation. Luke ii. 29, 30.

The world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world. Gal. vi. 14.

My mouth fhall fhew forth thy praife. Pf. li. 15.

COME, thou wounded Lamb of God,
Come wash us in thy cleanfing blood;

Give us to know thy love, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee:
Help us to thee our all to give :
Thine may we die, thine may we

live.

3 O Lord, enlarge our feanty thought,
To know the wonders thou haft wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immenfe, unfearchable.

13.
Call to praife.

Exalt him in the congregation. Pf. cvii. 32. The multitudes that went before, and that followed after, cried, faying, Hofanna to the Son of Da vid. Matt. xxi. 9.

At the name of Jefus every knce shall bow. Phil. ii.

10.

1 BRETHREN, let us join to blefs

Jefus Chrift, our King and Prieft:
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right hand in heav'n.

2 Mafter, fee, to thee we bow;
Thou art Lord, and only thou;
Thou, the bleffed virgin's feed,
Glory of thy church, and Head.

3 Thee the angels ceafelefs fing;
Thee we praise, our Prieft and King;
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou haft the glad tidings brought
Of falvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church, and we
Worship in their company.

5 We, thy little flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore;
Ever with us fhew thy love
Till we join with them above.

14.

Call to be joyful.

Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King. Pf. cxlix. 2.

We rejoice in Chrift Jefus. Phil. iii. 3.

Happy is that people whofe God is the Lord. Pf. cxliv. 15.

ICOME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;

Join in a fong with sweet accord,
And thus furround the throne,