How pleased and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
Come, let us seek our God to-day;
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts, and the place in here thine hour dwelleth!
Truly I can say with the Psalmist, that I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than
to dwell in the tents of wickedness. What a sublimity dwells among the assemblies of thy saints!
Truly thine abodes of worship are none other than the very gates of heaven. The sun has risen
gloriously upon the earth. O, that its rays might shine into this benighted soul of mine. Soon I
shall be laid in the silent tomb, or beneath the sod; and the places that know me now, will know
me no more for ever. Then, O my soul, improve thy Sabbaths, and waste not their precious hours.
Grant that what I hear this day. O God, may not be as water spilt upon the ground, which cannot
be gathered up; but may it be as good seed soon in the heart, springing up unto life eternal.
I have just returned from church. The discourse made a deep and solemn impression on my
mind. O, may what I have heard prove a tie and lasting blessing to my soul. Disrobe me, God, of
every impure and unholy affection, and make my soul a fit temple for thee to dwell in.