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. H. Ware.

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. *Watts.

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. Anonymous.

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,