726 C. M. O THOU, whose own vast temple stands, Accept the walls that human hands 2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, The peace that dwelleth without end 3 May erring minds, that worship here, Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While, round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies. 727 W. C. Bryant. L. M. JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Such ever bring Thee where they come, 3 Yet everywhere Thou guid'st Thine own 4 Dear shepherd of Thy chosen few, 5 Here may we prove the power of prayer 6 Behold, at Thy commanding word, 728 L. M. COME, Jesus, from the sapphire throne, Where Thy redeem'd behold Thy face, Enter this temple, now Thine own, And let Thy glory fill the place. 2 We praise Thee that to-day we see 3 Oft as returns the day of rest, Let heartfelt worship here ascend; With Thine own joy fill every breast, With Thine own power Thy word attend. 4 Here, in the dark and sorrowing day, Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still; Oh, wipe the mourner's tears away, And give new strength to meet Thy will. 5 When round this board Thine own shall meet, And keep the feast of dying love, Be our communion ever sweet, With Thee, and with Thy Church above. 6 Come, faithful Shepherd, feed Thy sheep; In Thine own arms the lambs enfold; Give help to climb the heavenward steep, Till Thy full glory we behold. 729 CHRIST is our corner-stone, With His true saints alone R. Palmer. Ab. 6,6,6,6,8,8. The courts of heav'n are filled; On His great love our hopes we place, Of present grace and joys above. 2 Oh, then with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring; Our voices we will raise, The Three in One to sing; And thus proclaim in joyful song Both loud and long, that glorious name. 3 Here, gracious God, do Thou For evermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh; 4 Here may we gain from heaven Until that day when all the blest To endless rest are called away. Anon. (Latin, 6th or 7th Cent.) Tr. J. Chandler. 730 IN loud exalted strains, 6,6,6,6,8,8. The King of glory praise : But Zion, with His presence blest, 2 O King of glory, come And with Thy favor crown This people as Thy own; Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show 3 Now let Thine ear attend Now let Thy Gospel's joyful sound 4 Here may the listening throng Till all who humbly seek Thy face 731 B. Francis. 88,7s. 61. CHRIST is made the sure foundation, Holy Zion's help for ever, And her confidence alone. 2 All that dedicated city, Pours perpetual melody; 3 To this temple, where we call Thee, 4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants Evermore with Thee to reign. Anon. (Latin, 6th or 7th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale. (This hymn is Part II. of "Blessed City, heavenly Salem," No. 779.) 732 ETERNAL Source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, L. M. Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring, at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear. |