5 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore; Stand up and bless his glorious name, Henceforth for evermore. 4. L. M. Watts. Public Worship. 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, Made us of 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 heaven 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. 5. L. M. Tate & Brady. The Same. 1 O, Come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him, for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. 3 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; With joy and fear devoutly all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall! 6. L. M. Watts. "How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts." 1 Great God! attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee, on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our Sun--he makes our day; God is our shield--he guards our way; All needful grace he will bestow, And crown that grace with glory too. 4 O God! our king, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, Thy willing servants may we be, For blest are they who trust in thee. 7. C. M. Edmeston. The Lord's Day. 1 When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week! 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Beams its new rays of light! 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A sabbath o'er my soul! 8. C. M. Codman's Coll. The Blessing of the Sabbath.