Before Sermon.

THE saints appear to tread the courts Of their dear God below; Behold the multitude resorts, To hear the trumpet blow.

Lord God! appear for our relief, What can we do alone? Come, Savior, banish unbelief, And take us for thine own.

Our eyes, O Lord, are unto thee, Assist us, Lord, we pray; Oh, may thy Spirit, present be; O Lord, thy pow'r display.

Jesus, let us thy gospel hear, Teach us to know thy voice; Make ev'ry stubborn sinner fear, And all thy saints rejoice.