2

On this triumphant day,
Peculiarly his own,

He calls his church to pray
And sing around his throne:

This is the day the Lord hath made,
Rejoice and be for ever glad.

3 Jesus, to us impart

4

Thy resurrection's power,
And teach our quicken'd heart
Its living Lord t' adore:

To vie with the redeem'd above,
Rejoicing in thy pard'ning love.

Us graciously assure

Thou dost our sins forgive,
And then our spirits pure
Unto thyself receive,

To keep the day of rest above,
Rejoicing in thy heav'nly love.

427. The Lord's Day the Emblem of a better Rest above. 8-8-6.

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.
HEB. iv. 9.

1 SWEET day of rest! for thee I'd wait,
Emblem and earnest of a state
Where saints are fully blest;
For thee I'd look, for thee I'd sigh;
I'd count the days till thou art nigh,
Sweet day of sacred rest!

2 But oft, with sorrow I confess,
My privilege my burden is,
No, joy, alas! have I;

When I would take my harp and sing,
I find it oft without a string,

And lay it coldly by.

3 But while I thus confess my shame, 'Tis right that I should praise his name, Who makes me sometimes sing; Yes, Lord (I speak it to thy praise), My cheerful song I sometimes raise, And triumph in my King.

4 Oh that it might be always so,
My song no interruption know,

Till death shall seal my tongue;
In heav'n a nobler strain I'll raise,
And cease from ev'ry thing but praise,
My heav'n an endless song!

428. Delight in the Lord's day desired. L.M. And call the Sabbath a delight; the holy of the Lord, honourable.-ISA. lviii. 13.

1 I FAIN Would love the day of rest,
Would still esteem this day the best :
But oft alas! I've need to say,
"How barren is my soul to-day?"

2 True I frequent the house of pray'r,
I go and sit with others there;
I hear and sing, and seem to pray,
But oft my mind is call'd away.

3 I fain would see the Saviour near, Of him would think, and speak, and hear, But vain and sinful thoughts intrude, And draw my soul from what is good. 4 Redeem'd from earth by Jesu's blood, I fain would give the day to God : But seldom to my purpose true, 'Tis mine to plan but not to do. 5 Of sinners, Lord, I am the chief, O bring thy worthless worm relief! Revive thy work within my soul,

And all my thoughts and pow'rs control.

429. The Lord's Day an Emblem of an Eternal Rest. C.M.

Let us labour therefore to enter into that rest.-HEB. iv. 11.

For we which have believed do enter into rest--Ver. 3.

1 LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art lov'd alone.

2 Oh then, my Saviour, make me know,
That I shall enter in ;

Thou canst alone the power bestow,
And wash me from my sin.

3 Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove;

To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.

4 O come, and drive each fear away,
Into my soul descend;

No longer from thy creature stay,
My author and my end.

430. The Lord's Day Morning. L.M.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and

to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High; to show forth thy loving kindness in the morning.— PSALM Xcii. 1, 2.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, Sweet is the day of sacred rest;

No mortal cares shall seize

my

breast.

2 My heart snall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace how bright they shine,
How deep thy counsels, how divine!

3 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thine hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green.

4 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Time that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair

5 The plants of grace shall ever live,
Nature decays but grace must thrive;
Laden with fruits of age they show
The Lord is holy, just, and true.

431. The Lord's Day Morning. C.M. 1 TO-DAY God bids the faithful rest, To-day he showers his grace: "Seek ye my face," the Lord hath said; Lord, we will seek thy face.

2 Come, let us leave the things of earth,
With God's assembly join:
Jesus descends his saints to meet,
And give them joys divine!

3 Freely invited, lo! we come,
Lord of our life and soul;

We come diseas'd, and faint, and sick,
Be pleased to make us whole.

4 We thirst, and fly to thee, O Lord,
Thou fountain-head of good;
Sinful we come, and all unclean,
O cleanse us in thy blood,

5 Amidst th' assembly of thy saints
May we be faithful found:
With them in humble pray'r unite,
And in thy praise abound.

6 Let thy good Spirit help our souls
With faith thy word to hear;

Be with us in thy temple, Lord,
And let us find thee near.