4 Father, in us thy Son reveal;
Teach us to know and do thy will;
Thy saving power and love display. 
And guide us to the realms of day.

     John Fawcett. 1782.

39 Migdol.  L.M.

Acts 2:1. (792)

Command thy blessing from above
  O God, on all assembled here;
Behold us with a Father’s love,
  While we look up with filial fear.

2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord! 
  May we thy true disciples be;
Speak to each heart the mighty word—­
  Say to the weakest, follow me.

3 Command thy blessing in this hour,
  Spirit of truth! and till the place
With wounding and with healing power,
  With quickening and confirming grace.

4 Oh, thou, our Maker, Savior, Guide,
  One true, eternal God confessed;
Whom thou hast joined none may divide,
  None dare to curse whom thou hast blest.

     James Montgomery

40 Mear.  C.M.

God’s Presence in Sanctuary. (111)

Again our earthly cares we leave,
  And in thy courts appear;
Again, with joyful feet, we come
  To meet our Savior here.

2 Within those 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 Shew us some token of thy love,
  Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
  That we may render praise.

     John Newton, 1779, a.

41 Mear.  C.M.

Dedication. (1175)

Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands,
  Built over earth and sea! 
Accept the walls that human hands
  Have raised to worship thee.

2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send,
  Within these walls t’ abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end
  Serenely by thy side!

3 May erring minds, that worship here,
  Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
  Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
  And pure devotion rise,
While, round these hallowed walls, the storm
  Of earth-born passion dies.

     William C. Bryant, 1835

42 Mear.  C.M.

Psalm 122. (106)

How did my heart rejoice to hear
  My friends devoutly say—­
“In Zion let us all appear—­
  And keep the solemn day!”

2 I love her gates, I love the road;
  The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God
  To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
  The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
  And sits in judgment there.