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Lord, how delightful tis to see

A whole assembly worship thee!

At once they sing, at once they pray;

They hear of heaven, and learn the way.

I have been there, and still would go

'Tis like a little heaven below!

Not all my pleasure and my play

Should tempt me to forget this day.

O write upon my memory, Lord,

The text and doctrines of thy Word,

That I may break thy laws no more,

But love thee better than before!

With thoughts of Christ and things divine

Fill up this foolish heart of mine:

That, hoping pardon through his blood,

I may lie down, and wake with God.