3 This day be grateful homage paid And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand different lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn. 695 C. M. With the pure thou wilt show thyself pure. 2 Sam. 22:27. The offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice Unless the heart is there. 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear Let no vain words intrude; No tribute but the vow sincere— The tribute of the good. 3 My offerings will indeed be blest, If sanctified by thee— If thy pure Spirit touch my breast With its own purity. 4 O, may that Spirit warm my heart To piety and love, And to life’s lowly vale impart Some rays from heaven above. 696 C. M. Let us go up to the house of the Lord. Psalm 122:1. Again our earthly cares we leave, And to thy courts repair; Again, with joyful feet, we come To meet our Saviour here. 2 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow: And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers, And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares. 5 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise, And pour thy blessings from above, That we may render praise. 697 C. M. Quicken us, and we will call on thy name. Psalm 80:18. Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart; Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song. 2 Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise Our raptured thoughts explore. 3 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. 3 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love; Our feeble notes inspire, Till, in thy blissful courts above, We join the heavenly choir. 698 C. M. Early will I seek thee. Psalm 63:1. Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace.