351. SECTION IV. DOMESTIC WORSHIP. L. M. FATHER of men! thy care we bless, 2 To God, most worthy to be praised, Though Lord of heaven, he deigns to dwell 3 To thee let each united house, 352. [L. B. 477.] 6 lines 8. How good and pleasant 'tis to see, Combined to seek the things above, 2 The God of grace, who all invites, Y 3 Jesus, thou precious Corner-stone, Whom thou didst by thy Spirit join; And to thy church the pattern give 4 Still let us to each other cleave, 353. [L. B. 478.] 4 lines 6 & 2-9 2 3 COME away to the skies, My beloved, arise, And rejoice in the day thou wast born: On this festival day, Come exulting away, And with singing, to Zion return. We have laid up our love, And our treasure above, Though our bodies continue below; We remember his word, And with singing, to Paradise go. With singing we praise The original grace, By our heavenly Father bestow'd; Our being receive From his bounty, and live To the honour and glory of God. For thy glory we are Created to share Both the nature and kingdom divine; Created again, That our souls may remain In time and eternity thine. 5 Hallelujah we sing, To our Father and King, Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet! 354. SECTION V. PRIVATE DEVOTION. [L. B. 115.] FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord, 2 Entering into my closet, I 3 Far from the paths of men, to thee See thou, who dost in secret see, 4 Thy grace I languish to receive, 5 Fain would I all thy goodness feel, 6 O Father, glorify thy Son, C. M. For Jesus' sake the gift send down, 7 Kindle the flame of love within, 355. [L. B. 348.] 8 lines 7 & 6. OPEN, Lord, my inward ear, Bid my quiet spirit hear Thy comfortable voice: Or where earthquakes rock the place; The whisper of thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, Silent am I now and still, The secret of thy love. 3 Show me, as my soul can bear, The depth of inbred sin: All the unbelief declare, The pride that lurks within: Every high aspiring thought, That would not stoop to thee. 4 Lord, my time is in thy hand; Thou canst make me understand, Thine, in whom I live and move, 356. C. M. RETIRED from noise, my silent thoughts On things celestial muse; While faith the future views. 2 Here all is rest and sweet repose; 357. C. M. FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From scenes where Satan wages still 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life, |