2 When we thy mercy-seat surround, Thy Spirit, Lord, impart; And let thy gospel’s joyful sound, With power, reach every heart. 3 Here let the blind their sight obtain; Here give the mourners rest; Let Jesus here triumphant reign, Enthroned in every breast. 4 Here let the voice of sacred joy And humble prayer arise, Till higher strains our tongues employ In realms beyond the skies. 691 C. M. The house of God. My soul! how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! ’Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays. 3 There, mighty God! thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. 692 C. M. What shall I render. Psalm 116:12. What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. 3 How happy all thy servants are, How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 4 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 5 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 693 C. M. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. Isaiah 40:31. Come, O thou King of all thy saints, Our humble tribute own, While, with our praises and complaints, We bow before thy throne. 2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise! How should our souls on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies! 3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows! How languid our desire! How dim the sacred passion glows, Till thou the heart inspire! 4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine, And fill thy dwellings here, Till life, and love, and joy divine, A heaven on earth appear. 694 C. M. Again the Lord of light and life. Again the Lord of light and life Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 O what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O what a Sun which rose this day Triumphant from the tomb!