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On opening a place of Worship

Author: B. Francis Appears in 139 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: In sweet exalted strains Lyrics: 1 In sweet exalted strains The king of glory praise; O'er heaven and earth he reigns, Thro' everlasting days; He with a nod, the world controls, Sustains or sinks the distant poles. 2 To earth he bends his throne, His throne of grace divine; Wide is his bounty known, And wide his glories shine; Fair Salem, still his chosen rest, Is with his smiles and presence blest. 3 Then, king of glory come, And with thy favor crown This temple as thy dome, This people as thy own: Beneath this roof, O deign to show, How God can dwell with men below. 4 Here, may thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend All fragrant to the skies: Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. 5 Here, may th' attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love, And converts join the song Of seraphims above, And willing crowds surround thy board With sacred joy and sweet accord, 6 Here, may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise, And shine like polish'd stones, Thro' long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand, and men adore.

A song of praise to the redeemer

Author: Dr. Turner Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Holy wonder, heavenly grace Lyrics: 1 Holy wonder, heavenly grace, Come, inspire our humble lays, While the Savior's love we sing, Whence our hopes and comforts spring. 2 Man, involv'd in guilt and woe, Touch'd his tender bosom so, That, when justice death demands, Forth the great deliv'rer stands; 3 Cries to God, "thy mercy shew, "Lo! I come thy will to do; "I the sacrifice will be, "Death shall plunge his dart in me." 4 Tho' the form of God he bore, Great in glory, great in power, See him in our flesh array'd, Lower than his angels made. 5 [He that heaven itself possess'd, Now and infant at the breast! Angels from the world above, See and sing th' amazing love! 6 Thro' the shining hours of day, Toil and danger mark his way; Lonely mounts, and chilling air, Witness oft his midnight prayer.] 7 Now the heavenly lover dies! Darkness veils the mid-day skies! Angels round the bloody tree, Throng and gaze in ecstacy! 8 [Power unseen earth's bosom heaves, Rocks and tombs, asunder cleave; While the temple's rending veil Tells the pries the awful tale.] 9 But, the third day's dawning come, Lo! the Savior leaves the tomb! Reascends his native sky, Where he lives no more to die. 10 On his cross he builds his throne, Whence he makes his glories known, Sends his spirit down to give Dying sinners grace to live. Scripture: Psalm 40:7-8

The Parable of the Sower

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 40 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Now, Lord, thy heavenly seed is sown Lyrics: 1 Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, Be it thy servant's care Thy heavenly blessing to bring down, By humble fervent prayer. 2 In vain we plant without thine aid, And water too in vain; Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heavenly rain. 3 Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues Begin this song divine; "Thou, Lord, hast given the rich increase And be the glory thine." Scripture: Matthew 13:3-23

He beheld the city and wept over it

Author: Beddome Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 422 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Did Christ o'er sinner's weep Lyrics: 1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The son of God in tears Angels with wonder see! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept, that we might weep, Each sin demands a tear; In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. Scripture: John 19:42

To the eternal Three

Author: Beddome Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 24 hymnals Topics: Public Religion Lyrics: To the eternal Three, In will and essence one, Be universal homage paid, Coequal honors. done.

The happiness of humble worship

Author: Steele Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 53 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: How lovely, how divinely sweet Lyrics: 1 How lovely, how divinely sweet O Lord, thy sacred courts appear Fain would my longing passions meet The glories of thy presence there. 2 O, blest the men, blest their employ, Whom thy indulgent favors raise To dwell in these abodes of joy, And sing thy never-ceasing praise. 3 Happy the men whom strength divine, With ardent love and zeal inspires; Whose steps to thy blest way incline, With willing hearts and warm desires. 4 One day within thy sacred gate, Affords more real joy to me, Than thousands in the tents of state; The meanest place is bliss with thee. 5 God is a sun; our brightest day From his reviving presence flows; God is a shield, thro' all the way, To guard us from surrounding foes. 6 He pours his kindest blessings down, Profusely down on souls sincere; And grace shall guide, and glory crown The happy favorites of his care. 7 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! Scripture: Psalm 84

The Sabbath

Author: J. Stennett Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 449 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Another six days work is done Lyrics: 1 Another six days work is done, Another sabbath is begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has bless'd. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which, none, but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 With joy great God, thy works we view, In various scenes both old and new. With praise we think on mercies past With hope, we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures pass away: How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

Not unto us

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 37 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Not unto us. but thee alone Lyrics: 1 Not unto us, but thee alone, Blest lamb, be glory given! Here shall thy praises be begun, And carried on in heaven. 2 The host of spirits now with thee Eternal anthems sing: To imitate them here, lo! we Our hallelujahs bring. 3 Had we our tongues like them inspir'd, Like theirs our songs should rise; Like them we never should be tir'd, But love the sacrifice. 4 'Till we the veil of flesh lay down, Accept our weaker lays; And when we reach thy father's throne We'll give thee nobler praise. Scripture: Psalm 115:1

A broken Heart, and a bleeding Savior

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 60 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Unto thine altar, Lord Lyrics: 1 Unto thine altar Lord, A broken heart I bring; And wilt thou graciously accept Of such a worthless thing? 2 To Christ the bleeding lamb, My faith directs its eyes; Thou mayest reject that worthless thing, But not his sacrifice. 3 When he gave up the ghost, The law was satisfy'd; And now to its most rigorous claims, I answer, "Jesus died."

Forms vain without religion

Author: Dr. Watts Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 185 hymnals Topics: Public Religion First Line: Almighty Maker, God! Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wond'rous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my king, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until tis form'd again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul, ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Text Sources: Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems