711 8s, 7s & 4s. The Lord is in his holy temple. Heb. 2:20. God is in his holy temple, All the earth keep silence here; Worship him in truth and spirit, Reverence him with godly fear; Holy, holy, Lord of hosts, our Lord, appear. 2 God in Christ reveals his presence, Throned upon the mercy-seat: Saints, rejoice! and sinners, tremble! Each prepare his God to meet: Lowly, lowly, Bow adoring at his feet. 3 Hail him here with songs of praises, Him with prayers of faith surround; Hearken to his glorious gospel, While the preacher’s lips expound; Blesséd, blesséd, They who know the joyful sound. 4 Though the heaven, and heaven of heavens, O thou Great Unsearchable! Are too mean to comprehend thee, Thou with man art pleased to dwell; Welcome, welcome, God with us, Immanuel. 712 8s & 6s. At the hour of prayer. Acts 3:1. Blest is the hour when cares depart, And earthly scenes are far— When tears of woe forget to start, And gently dawns upon the heart Devotion’s holy star. 2 Blest is the place where angels bend To hear our worship rise, Where kindred hearts their musings blend, And all the soul’s affections tend Beyond the vailing skies. 3 Blest are the hallowed vows that bind Man to his work of love— Bind him to cheer the humble mind, Console the weeping, lead the blind, And guide to joys above. 4 Sweet shall the song of glory swell, Saviour divine, to thee, When they whose work is finished well, In thy own courts of rest shall dwell, Blest through eternity. 713 8s, 7s & 4s. Rejoice with trembling. Psalm 2:11. In thy name, O Lord, assembling, We thy people, now draw near; Teach us to rejoice with trembling; O that we this day may hear— Hear with meekness— Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee! Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, We would run, nor weary be, Till thy glory, Without clouds, in heaven we see. 3 There, in worship, purer, sweeter, All thy people shall adore; Tasting of enjoyment greater Than they could conceive before; Full enjoyment— Holy bliss for evermore. 714 H. M. Longing for the house of God. Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples, are! To thy abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God.