GREAT God, this hallow'd day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in works divine
These solemn and devoted hours: O may our souls, adoring, own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly! Where God resides appear no more! Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye Doth every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our thoughts refine, And fix our hearts on things divine! 240
THIS day the Lord hath call'd his own; Let us his praise declare,
Fix our desires on him alone,
And seek his face with prayer.
2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, Which sets the sinner free, And, with united heart and voice, Devote these hours to thee.
3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our thoughts employ, But faith be taught to stretch her wings, Tow'rd heaven's unfailing joy.
4 O let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, Be to our welfare blest;
The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for our rest.
The joys of the Sabbath. S To praise they WEET is the work, my God, my King,
To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth by night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part: And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wish'd below;
And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
Delight in ordinances.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise: Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here,' And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day in such a place, Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 20 warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire: Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare! How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thy glorious name shall be adored, And every tongue confess thee Lord. 244
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing;
Let songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King!
2 The Stone the builders set at naught, That Stone has now become The sure foundation, and the strength Of Zion's heavenly dome.
3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, And number'd with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his Church Eternally to reign.
4 This is the day the Lord hath made; O earth, rejoice and sing:
With songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King!
AWAKE, ye saints, awake! And hail this sacred day: In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay:
Come bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose; He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings: Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign.
The type of everlasting rest. COME, let us join with one accord This is the day our rising Lord In hymns around the throne; Hath made and call'd his own. 2 This is the day which God hath blest, The brightest of the seven, Type of that everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven.
3 Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten to that day
When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away.
4 Not one, but all our days below, Let us in hymns employ;
And, in our Lord rejoicing, go To his eternal joy.
ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Another six days' work is done; Another Sabbath is begun.
20 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from Christ that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day, In holy comforts, pass away; How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 248
5th P. M. 4 lines 75. Life and immortality brought to light.
AY of God! thou blessed day,
D'At thy dawn the grave, gave way
To the power of Him within, Who had, sinless, bled for sin. 2 Thine the radiance to illume First, for man, the dismal tomb, When its bars their weakness own'd, There revealing death dethroned. 3 Then the Sun of righteousness Rose, a darken'd world to bless, Bringing up from mortal night Immortality and light.
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