HYMN CIX. L. M.
The Sabbath.

I.

NOTHER six days work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has bless'd.

II.

Come, bless the LORD, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,

And gives this day the food of seven.

III.

O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none, but he that feels it, knows.

Iv.

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.

v.

With joy, great GoD, thy works we view, In various scenes, both old and new; With praise, we think on mercies past, With hope, we future pleasures taste.

VI.

In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

A

HYMN CX. as 148th.

Lord's Day Morning.

I.

WAKE, our drowsy souls,
Shake off each slothful band,

The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand: Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays, Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.

II.

At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resign'd
The glorious Prince of Life,

In dark domains confin'd:

Th' angelic host around him bends,

And 'midst their shouts THE GOD ascends.

III

All hail, triumphant LORD!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:

Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Thro' endless years to live and reign.

IV.

Gird on, great GOD, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love,
Maintain the glorious war:
Victorious thou, thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.

V.

Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing th' unerring dart,
With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart:
Then dying souls for life shall sue,
Numerous as drops of morning dew.

HYMN CXI. L. M.
Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT

I.

HAT various hindrances we meet,
In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

II

Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;

Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

III.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the christian's armour bright:
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees,

D IV.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when thro' weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd,

V.

Have you no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear,
With the sad tale of all your care.

VI.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent;
Your cheerful songs would oftner be,
"Hear what the LORD has done for me."

GL

HYMN CXII. P. M.

Worthy the Lamb.

I.

LORY to GOD on high!
Let earth and skies reply:

Praise ye his name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing aloud evermore, Worthy the Lamb.

II.

JESUS, our LORD and GOD,
Bore sin's tremendous load,
Praise ye his name:

Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won::
Sing his great name alone;
Worthy the Laıb.

While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name s

Those who have felt his blood
Sealing their peace with GOD,
Sound his dear fame abroad,
Worthy the Lamb.

IV.

Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy LORD to bless;

Praise ye his name:

In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb.