682 L. M. Let us worship and bow down. Psalm 95:6. O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King! For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation’s Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address in joyful songs The praise that to his name belongs. 3 O, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there! Down on our knees, devoutly, all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. 683 L. M. Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth. 1 Sam. 3:10. While now 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 thy gentle call, And 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. 5 Speak to convince, forgive, console: Childlike we yield to thy control; These hearts, too often closed before, Would grieve thy patient love no more. 684 L. M. God is here. Be still! be still! for all around, On either hand, is holy ground: Here in his house, the Lord to-day Will listen, while his people pray. 2 Thou, tossed upon the waves of care Ready to sink with deep despair, Here ask relief, with heart sincere, And thou shalt find that God is here. 3 Thou who hast laid within the grave Those whom thou hadst no power to save, Now to the mercy-seat draw near, With all thy woes, for God is here. 4 Thou who hast dear ones far away, In foreign lands, ’mid ocean’s spray, Pray for them now, and dry the tear, And trust the God who listens here. 5 Thou who art mourning o’er thy sin, Deploring guilt that reigns within, The God of peace is ever near; The troubled spirit meets him here. 685 L. M. I will come in. Rev. 3:20. O blest the souls, for ever blest, Where God as sovereign is confest; O happy hearts, the blesséd homes To which the King in glory comes! 2 Fling wide thy portals, O my heart! Be thou a temple set apart; So shall thy Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin.