GORLIER
SUPPLEMENT.

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PIHTAR
1. Panting after God. Ps. 63.

SHIRLAND.

My God, permit my tongue

This joy to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail,

To taste thy love divine.
My thirsty, fainting soul,
Thy mercy shall implore;
No trav’ller in a desert land,

Can pant for waters more.
Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place;
Thy pow'r and glory to behold,

Ånd feel thy quick’ning grace,
For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford :
No joy can be compar'd with this,

To serve and please the Lord.

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Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence,

My cheerful hope relies.
The shadow of thy wings,

My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.

2. Longing after God's House. Ps. 84.

SUFFOLK.
My soul, how lovely is the place

To which thy God resorts;
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,

Though in his earthly courts.
With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove

Descends, and fills the place;
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,

And sheds abroad his grace.
To sit one day beneath thine eye,

And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity,

Employ'd in carnal joys.
Could I command the spacious land,

And the more boundless sea,
For one blest hour at thy right hand,

Lord, take them all away.

3. God's Worship delightful.

On a Communion Occasion.

PECKHAM.
WELCOME sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes!
Welcome, ye saints of God,

To feast on Jesu's love;
Ye happy souls, redeem'd by blood,

Welcome this grace to prove !
The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.
One day, amidst the place,
Where

my

dear Lord is seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of vanity and sin.
My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
And sweetly sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

4. Hosannah in the Highest. Ps. 118.

AMERICA.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;
Let beay'n rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.
To-day Christ rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell!
To-day the Saints his triumphs spread,

And all his wonders tell.
Hosannah to th' anointed King,

To David's holy son; Hosannah's loud to thee we sing,

Like those around the throne.
Hosannah! let the earth and skies

Repeat the joyful sound;
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice,

In one eternal round.
Hosannah! in the highest strains,

The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns,

Shall give him nobler praise.
5. Opening of Public Worship.

HALIFAX.
NOW may the Spirit’s holy fire,

Descending from above,
His waiting family inspire,

With joy, and peace, and love!