"Hallowed be Thy name." 1 Holy and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Pay, O my soul, to God; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see. 30. S. M. Urwick's Coll. Pleasures of Spiritual Worship. 1 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, And sing his power divine! 2 These seasons of delight The dawn of glory seem, Like rays of pure, celestial light, Which on our spirits beam. 3 O, blest assurance this; Bright morn of heavenly day; Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, That cheers the pilgrim's way. 4 Thus may our joys increase, Our love more ardent grow, While rich supplies of Jesus' grace Refresh our souls below. 31. C. M. Watts. God present in the Sanctuary. 1 My Soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays; And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. 32. C. M. Pratt's Coll. A Blessing sought. 1 Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 3 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord Unbosom all our cares. 4 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 33. L. M. Tate & Brady. Public Worship. 1 For thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promised altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. 2 O thou, who to my humble prayer Didst always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear.