2 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 3 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their Strength; and through the road They lean upon their Helper, God. 4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join the nobler worship there. 67. L. M. C. Robbins. "Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth." 1 While thus thy throne of grace we seek, O God, within our spirits speak! For we will hear thy voice to-day, Nor turn our hardened hearts away. 2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love, Till all our best affections move; We long to hear no meaner call, But feel that Thou art all in all. 3 To conscience speak thy quickening word, Till all its sense of sin is stirred: For we would leave no stain of guile, To cloud the radiance of thy smile. 4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart, Till every fear and doubt depart: For we can find no home or rest, Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest. 68. H. M. Roman Breviary. For a Blessing on Worship. 1 Here, gracious God! do thou For evermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful prayer, And mark each suppliant sigh: In copious shower, on all who pray, This holy day, thy blessings pour. 2 Here may we find from heaven The grace which we implore; And may that grace once given, Be with us evermore: Until that day, when all the blest To endless rest are called away. 69. L. M. Sun. School H. B. Sabbath Hymn. 1 Called by the Sabbath bells away, Unto thy holy temple, Lord, I'll go, with willing mind to pray, To praise thy name and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy, Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy The holy calm I find in thee. 3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me, For God has given them in his love, To tell how calm, how blest shall be The endless day of heaven above. 70. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Worship of the Heart. 1 When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors shall he pay? How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires, Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? 3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare: But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 71. 7s. M. Sun. School H. B. Sunday Evening.