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ELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

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 amidst the place
Where my dear Lord has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

And sweetly sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

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Thy temple I repair,

MONTGOMERY. 1812,

Lord, I love to worship there,

When, within the veil I meet
Christ before the Mercy-seat.

2 Thou, through Him, art reconciled,
I, through Him, become Thy child;
Abba! Father! give me grace,
In Thy courts, to seek Thy face.
3 While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness.

4 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of Love! to mine attend!
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads,
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

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5 While I hearken to Thy Law,
my soul with humble awe,
Till Thy Gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

6 While Thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear Thee speaking from the sky!
7 From Thy house, when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,-
I have walk'd with God to-day.

L.M.

C. ELLIOTT. 1836.

THOU glorious Sun of Righteousness,
Risen on high to set no more,

Shine on us now, to heal and bless
With brighter beams than e'er before.
2 Shine on Thy work of grace within,
On each celestial blossom there;
Destroy each bitter root of sin,

And make Thy garden fresh and fair.
3 Shine on Thy pure eternal word,
Its mysteries to our souls reveal;
And whether read, remembered, heard,
O let it quicken, strengthen, heal.
4 Shine on the temples of Thy grace;
With righteousness Thy priests be clad ;
Unveil the brightness of Thy face;
And make Thy chosen people glad.

5 Shine, till Thy glorious beams shall chase
The brooding cloud from every eye!
Till every earthly dwelling-place

Shall hail the Day-spring from on high!

6 Shine on, shine on, Eternal Sun!

Pour richer floods of life and light;
Till that bright Sabbath be begun,—
That glorious day which knows no night.

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Psalm v.

WATTS. 1719.

ORD! in the morning Thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye :-

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone,
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;

Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

4 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

5 Oh! may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;

Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

6 The men that love and fear Thy Name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God shall compass them
With favour as a shield.

LOR

ORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows,
On this Thy day, in this Thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from our hearts arise.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place ;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
5 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God!

THE GLORY, PERFECTIONS, AND WORKS OF GOD.

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HYMNS OF ADORATION AND THANKSGIVING.

L.M. 6 lines.

C. WESLEY. 1747.

NFINITE God, to Thee we raise
Our hearts in solemn songs of praise;
By all Thy works on earth adored,
We worship Thee, the common Lord;
The everlasting Father own,

And bow our souls before Thy throne.
2 Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings!
Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud,
And Seraphs shout the Tri-une God;
And "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
"Thy glory fills both earth and sky!"

3 God of the patriarchal race,

The ancient seers record Thy praise;
The goodly apostolic band

In highest joy and glory stand,
And all the saints and prophets join
To' extol the Majesty Divine.

4 Head of the martyrs' noble host,
Of Thee they justly make their boast;
The church to earth's remotest bounds,
Her heavenly Founder's praise resounds;
And strives, with those around Thy throne,
To hymn the mystic Three in One.

5 Father of endless majesty,

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All might and love they render Thee;
Thy true and only Son adore,
The same in dignity and power;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints' Eternal Comforter.

ORD and God of heavenly powers!

L Theirs, yet, O! benignly ours;

Glorious King! let earth proclaim,
Worms attempt to chant Thy Name.

2 Thee to laud in songs divine,
Angels and archangels join:
We with them our voices raise,
Echoing Thine eternal praise.

3 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

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Live by heaven and earth adored!
Full of Thee, they ever cry,

"Glory be to God Most High !”

WORSHIP the King, all glorious above! O gratefully sing His power and His love! Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise. 2 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space! His chariots of wrath, deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.