D.C. Praise the mount! I'm fixed up on it, Mount of thy

And bow in penitence beneath thy feet; A gain to thee

our

Το sue for mer cy, and to sing thy praise.

2 O we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care,
And all thy works from day to day declare:
Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned ?
Does not thine arm encircle us around?

3 Alas, unworthy of thy boundless love,
Too oft with careless feet from thee we rove;
But now, encouraged by thy voice, we come,
Returning sinners to a Father's home.

4 O by that name in whom all fulness dwells,
O by that love which every love excels,
O by that blood so freely shed for sin,
Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in.

Lucy E. G. Whitmore

Thousands on - ly live to bless thee, And confess thee Lord of might.

While with our prais - es and complaints, Low at thy feet we bend.

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While with our prais es and com-plaints, Low at thy feet we bend.

2 How should our songs, like those 4 Now, Saviour, let thy glory shine,

And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine,

A heaven on earth appear.

Then shall our hearts enraptured say,
Come, great Redeemer, come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.
Anne Steele

I Come, let us join our cheerful songs 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their

tongues,

But all their joys are one.

Honor and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 4 The whole creation join in one

To be exalted thus:

Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
For he was slain for us.

To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

1. Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne: Ten thousand