1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Gave life to clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. 3 We are His people, we His care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name? 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love, Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 19. C. M. Bowring. The Heart's Worship. 1 The offerings to Thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice, Unless the heart be there. 2 Upon Thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude; No tribute but the vow sincere,-- The tribute of the good. 3 Our offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by Thee; If Thy pure spirit touch the breast With its own purity. 4 O, may that spirit warm each heart To piety and love, And to life's lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above. 20. P. M. Barton. Worship in Spirit. 1 Our God is a spirit, and they who aright Would offer the worship He loveth, In the heart's holy temple will seek with delight The spirit the Father approveth. 2 This, this is the worship the Saviour made known When she of Samaria found him By the Patriarch's well, sitting weary, alone, With the stillness of noontide around him. 3 He having once entered hath shown us the way, O God! how to worship before Thee, Not with the vain forms of that earlier day, But in spirit and truth to adore Thee. 21. 7s. M. Wesleyan. The Light of Life. 1 Light of life, seraphic fire! Love divine, Thyself impart: Every fainting soul inspire; Enter every drooping heart: Every mournful spirit cheer, Scatter all our doubt and gloom; Father, in Thy grace appear, To Thy human temples come! 2 Come in this accepted hour, Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in; Fill us with Thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin: Nothing more can we require, We can rest in nothing less: Be Thou all our heart's desire, All our joy and all our peace. 22. 7s. M. Bowring. Every Good Gift from the Father.