Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar’s shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain; Long have we sought thy rest to gain; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost; Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 679 L. M. The hour of worship. Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o’er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine, Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people’s voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner’s tear. 4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 680 L. M. How amiable are thy tabernacles. Psalm 84:1. 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 From all th’ assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway, The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee; Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 681 L. M. Serve the Lord with gladness. Psalm 100:2. Ye nations round the earth, rejoice, Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God: ’tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give; We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy; With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure: And the whole race of men shall find His truth from age to age endure.