3

And

So,

'mid boundless time and space, Oh, grant us still in thee to dwell, And through the ceaseless web to trace Thy presence working all things well!

4 Bestow on every joyous thrill

A deeper tone of reverent awe; Make pure thy children's erring will, And teach their hearts to love thy law. John Sterling.

187 Lift up your Heads, ye Gates.

I Oh, blest the souls, forever blest,
Where God as Ruler is confessed!
O happy hearts and happy homes,
To whom the King of Glory comes!
heart!

2 Fling wide thy portals, O my
Be thou a temple set apart,
So shall thy Sov'reign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.

3 Deliv'rer, come! we open wide
Our hearts to thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let all thy glorious presence feel.
O King of souls, thyself reveal!

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