3 Though pinched with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heavenly bread. 4 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord! And here thy promised presence seek; Open thy hand with blessings stored, And give us manna for the week. 50. L. M. Butcher. Christian Worship. 1 Father of all! where shall we find A temple suited to thy praise? To thee, the uncreated Mind, What earthly altar shall we raise? 2 We'll call a multitude around, And gladly seek the house of prayer; There thy salvation we have found, And still, O God, we'll seek it there. 3 From breast to breast the holy flame Shall kindle round the sacred place: At once we'll hymn our Father's name, At once we'll seek our Father's face. 4 There, heavenly Father, condescend To meet us with peculiar love; And when the hymns of earth shall end, We'll give thee nobler hymns above. 51. L. M. Pope's Coll. The Lord's Prayer. 1 Father! adored in worlds above, Thy glorious name be hallowed still; Thy kingdom come with power and love, And earth, like heaven, obey thy will. 2 Lord! make our daily wants thy care; Forgive the sins which we forsake: And, as we in thy kindness share, Let fellow-men of ours partake. 3 Evils beset us every hour; Thy kind protection we implore: Thine is the kingdom, thine the power; Be thine the glory evermore! 52. C. M. Montgomery. Mutual Invitation. 1 Come, let us join our souls to God In everlasting bands, And seize the blessings he bestows With eager hearts and hands. 2 Come, let us to his temple haste, And seek his favor there, Before his footstool humbly bow, And offer fervent prayer. 3 Come, let us share, without delay, The blessings of his grace; Nor shall the years of distant life Their mem'ry e'er efface. 4 O, may our children ever haste To seek their fathers' God, Nor e'er forsake the happy path Their fathers' feet have trod. 53. C. M. Milton. "The Lord God is a Sun and Shield." Ps. 84. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where thou dost dwell so near! 2 Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise, Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways. 3 They pass through sorrow's thirsty vale, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful, wat'ry dale, Where springs and showers abound. 4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion do appear.