Within Thy courts have millions met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed;
Their faces heavenward were set,
Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed.
Still as the light of morning broke
O’er island, continent, and deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.
From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still where evening stretched her shade
The stars came forth to hear their songs.
And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh
Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain.
The poor in spirit Thou hast fed,
The feeble soul hath strengthened been.
The mourner Thou hast comforted,
The pure in heart their God have seen.
And Thou, soul-searching God! hast known
The hearts of all that bent the knee,
And all their prayers have reached Thy throne,
In soul and truth who worshipped Thee.
A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #375Millions within Thy courts have met,
Millions this day before Thee bow'd;
Their face Zion-ward were set,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vow'd;
But Thou, soul-searching God! hast known
The hearts of all that bent the knee,
And hast accepted those alone,
In spirit and truth, that worshipp'd Thee.
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People of many a tribe and tongue,
Men of strange colours, climates, lands,
Have heard Thy truth, Thy glory sung,
And offer'd prayer with holy hands.
Still, as the light of morning broke
O'er islands, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.
From east to west, the sun survey'd,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And atill, where evening stretch'd her shade,
The stars came out to hear their songs.
Harmonious as the wind and seas,
In halcyon hours when storms are flown,
Arose earth's Babel languages,
In pure accordance to the throne.
Not angel trumpets sound more clear,
Nor elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays,
Yield sweeter music to Thine ear
Than humble prayer and thankful praise.
And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath fail'd this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble, Thou wert nigh,
Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.
Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chasten'd sons have kissd the rod,
Thy mourners have been comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their God.
Yet one prayer more!--and be it one,
In which both heaven and earth accord;
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Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son,
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord.
Sacred Poems and Hymns #1201 Millions within Thy courts have met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed;
Their face Zion-ward were set,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed;
2 But Thou, soul-searching God! hast known
The hearts of all that bent the knee,
And hast accepted those alone,
In spirit and truth, that worshipped Thee.
3 People of many a tribe and tongue,
Men of strange colors, climates, lands,
Have heard Thy truth, Thy glory sung,
And offered prayer with holy hands.
4 Still, as the light of morning broke
O’er islands, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.
5 From east to west, the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still, where evening stretched her shade,
The stars came out to hear their songs.
6 Harmonious as the wind and seas,
In halcyon hours when storms are flown,
Arose earth’s Babel languages,
In pure accordance to the throne.
7 Not angel trumpets sound more clear,
Nor elders’ harps, nor seraphs’ lays,
Yield sweeter music to Thine ear
Than humble prayer and thankful praise.
8 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble, Thou wert nigh,
Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.
9 Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod,
Thy mourners have been comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their God.
10 Yet one prayer more! and be it one,
In which both heaven and earth accord;
Fulfill Thy promise to Thy Son,
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord.
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