To Thy temple I repair; Lord, I love to worship there. While Thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 2. While the prayers of saints ascend, God of Love, to mine attend. Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads; Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 3. While I hearken to Thy Law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Till Thy Gospel bring to me Life and immortality. 4. While Thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in Thy name, Through their voice, by faith, may I Hear Thee speaking from the sky. 5. From Thy house, when I return, May my heart within me burn; And at evening let me say, “I have walked with God to-day.” James Montgomery, 1812. THE CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 9 7, 6, 7, 6 Abide, O dearest Jesus, Among us with Thy grace, That Satan may not harm us Nor we to sin give place. 2. Abide, O dear Redeemer, Among us with Thy Word And thus now and hereafter True peace and joy afford. 3. Abide with heavenly brightness Among us, precious Light; Thy truth direct, and keep us From error’s gloomy night. 4. Abide with richest blessings Among us, bounteous Lord; Let us in grace and wisdom Grow daily through Thy Word. 5. Abide with Thy protection Among us, Lord, our Strength, Lest world and Satan fell us And overcome at length. 6. Abide, O faithful Savior, Among us with Thy love; Grant steadfastness and help us To reach our home above. J. Stegmann, 1628; A. Crull, tr. 10 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 8 Now our worship sweet is o’er— Singing, praying, teaching, hearing; Let us gladly God adore For His gracious strength and cheering. Praise our God, who now would save us, For the rich repast He gave us. 2. Now the Blessing cheers our heart And the service thus is ended, Let us joyfully depart,— Be our souls to God commended. May His Spirit ever guide us And with all things well provide us. 3. Let our going out be blest, Bless our entrance in like measure; Bless, O Lord, our toil and rest, Bless our bread, our grief and pleasure; Be in death Thy blessing given, And make us blest heirs of heaven. M. H. Schenck, 1680; M. Loy, tr. 11 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (H. M.) On what has now been sown Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The pow’r is Thine alone To make it spring and grow: Do Thou the gracious harvest raise, And Thou alone shalt have the praise.