HYMN XCII. Publick Worship

The Saviour meets his Flock To-day, Shall slothful I abide at Home? Shall I behind his People stay, When Jesus calls, there still is Room? I'll go, it is a House of Prayer, Who knows but God may meet me there?

To-day Immanuel feeds his Saints, And there the Christians meet their King, There they lay open their Complaints, And there the holy Armies sing: Into their Number I presume, Since Jesus kindly bids me come.

Remove Temptations, O my Lord, And let thine Enemies be slain, Which would withdraw me from thy Word, And plunge me in the World again; And when the Bridegroom shall appear, O may my Soul be found in Prayer.