Again, on this rejoicing day, God's people in his temple meet, To learn his will,--to praise and pray,-- For praise is comely, prayer is sweet: | And meek obedience to his will Is perfect freedom to their mind, Who love his service and fulfil, With heart and hand, the work assign'd. | One day, Lord God! within thy courts, Is better than a thousand spent In vain delights, or wanton sports, That leave remorse and discontent. | Rather we'll choose the lowest place, The keepers of Thy doors to be, Than dwell where sinners, void of grace, Forget themselves, forgetting Thee. | Our willing souls we now would yield To Thee, as Thine alone to live, Assured Thou wilt, our sun and shield, No good withhold,--all blessing give. | So, from Thy sanctuary shower On young and old, with large increase, Thy heavenly gifts, and from this hour, Lord! send prosperity and peace. | |