32. C. M. Pratt's Coll.

A Blessing sought.

1Again our earthly cares we leave,

And to thy courts repair;

Again, with joyful feet we come

To meet our Saviour here.

2The feeling heart, the melting eye,

The humble mind, bestow;

And shine upon us from on high,

To make our graces grow.

3May we in faith receive thy word,

In faith present our prayers,

And in the presence of our Lord

Unbosom all our cares.

4Show us some token of thy love,

Our fainting hope to raise,

And pour thy blessing from above,

That we may render praise.

Public Worship.

1For thee, O God, our constant praise

In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;

Our promised altars there we'll raise,

And all our zealous vows complete.

2O thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear,

To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear.

3Our sins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercy try;

For thou wilt cleanse the guilty stain,

And wash away the crimson dye.

4Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,

Within thy sacred dwelling lives;

Whilst we at humbler distance taste

The vast delight thy worship gives.