1 Come to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come!
The God of peace shall meet you there,
He makes that house His home.
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall ye lift a holier song
In fairer courts above.
4 Ye young, before His throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts His praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear’st the mourner’s call;
6 Up to Thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.2.
P. M.Call to Prayer.
1 To prayer, to prayer!—for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes;
His light is on all below and above,
The light of gladness, and life, and love:
O, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
2 To prayer!—for the day that God has blest
Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest;
It speaks of creation’s early bloom,—
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb:
Then summon the spirit’s exalted powers,
And devote to heaven the hallowed hours.
3 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength,
To join Christ’s holy band at length;
To Him who unceasing love displays,
Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise;
To Him thy heart and thy hours be given,
For a life of prayer is the life of heaven. 3.
S. M.Cheerful Worship.
1 Come, ye who love the Lord!
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround His throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3 The sons of God have found
That heaven begins below:
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 Then let our sorrows cease,
And every tear be dry;
We’re travelling through the paths of peace
To fairer worlds on high.4.
L. M.The House of God.
1 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, tost 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,
Believe their spirits now are near,
For angels wait while 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.5.
7s. M.Seeking God.
1 Thirsting for a living spring,
Seeking for a higher home,
Resting where our souls must cling,
Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come.
2 Glorious hopes our spirit fill,
When we feel that Thou art near: