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And every power find sweet employ
C.M. S. WESLEY, JUN. L In Concert withbalho blese,
ORD of the Sabbath, Thee we praise, Who, joyful, in harmonious lays
Employ an endless rest.
We blest and pious grow;
Triumphant here below.
Of glory was displayed,
This universe was made.
With grief and pain extreme; 'Twas great to speak a world from nought;
'Twas greater to redeem ! 5 “May we, throughout this day of Thine,
Be in Thy Spirit, Lord,
That trembles at Thy word;
And fix on things above;
Of holiness and love."
And love, and praise, and pray.
On each celestial blossom there;
And make Thy garden fresh and fair. 3 Shine on Thy pure eternal word,
Its mysteries to our souls reveal;
O let it quicken, strengthen, heal.
With righteousness Thy priests be clad;
And make Thy chosen people glad. 5 Shine, till Thy glorious beams shall chase
The brooding cloud from every eye!
That glorious day which knows no night. 78
To Thee lift up mine eye :-
To plead for all His saints,
Our songs and our complaints.