1 Sacred day, forever blest! Day of all our days the best! Welcome hours of praise and prayer, Free from toil, fatigue, and care! 2 Happy, truly happy, Lord, Those who hear and read thy word! Happy those who dwell with thee! Who thy grace and glory see. 3 We once more have heard thy voice, Lord, in thee our souls rejoice; Borne by faith to worlds on high, Called to reign above the sky. 4 Though this day of rest we close, Still in thee our hearts repose; Guide and guard us all our days: O may all our lives be praise! 72. 7s. M. 6l. J. Taylor. Invitation to pure Worship. 1 At the portals of thy house, Lord, we leave our mortal cares: Nobler thoughts our souls engage, Songs of praise, and fervent prayers. Pure and contrite hearts alone Find acceptance at thy throne. 2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray From the temple of the Lord! Teach them Zion's heavenly way; To their feet thy light afford. Let the world unite to raise Solemn harmonies of praise. 73. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley. Worship in spirit and in truth. 1 Father of omnipresent grace! We seem agreed to seek thy face: But every soul assembled here Doth naked in thy sight appear; Thou know'st who only bows the knee, And who in heart approaches thee. 2 To-day, while it is called to-day, Awake and stir us up to pray; The spirit of thy word impart, And breathe the life into our heart; Our weakness help, our darkness chase, And guide us by the light of grace. 74. L. M. Doddridge. Subjection to the Father of Spirits. 1 Eternal Source of light and thought! Be all beneath thyself forgot, Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey Of thee some faint reflected ray, They wondering to their Father rise: His power how vast! his thoughts how wise! 3 O may we live before thy face, The willing subjects of thy grace; And through each path of duty move, With filial awe, and filial love. 75. L. M. Montgomery. Public Worship. 1 God in his temple let us meet, In spirit, low before him bend: Here he hath fixed his mercy-seat, Here on his Sabbath we attend. 2 Arise into thy resting-place, Thou, and thine ark of strength, O Lord! Shine through the veil, we seek thy face: Speak, for we hearken to thy word. 3 With righteousness thy priests array: Joyful thy favored people be: Let those who teach, and those who pray, Let all--be holiness to thee! 76. L. M. 6l. Dryden. The Divine Spirit implored.