2. Praise for Morning Mercies. (Psalm iii.) L. M.

1 O GOD! how constant is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours!
Thy sovereign word restores The light,
And strengthens nature's wearied powers.
3 Thine arm sustain'd us while we slept,
Else had our eyelids clos'd in death:
Our life in safety still is kept,

And still we breathe our wonted breath.
4 That life we yield to Thy command;
To Thee we consecrate our days:
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

3.

Morning Praise. (Psalm v. 1—8.) C. M.

1 LORD! in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

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

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ways

3 0 may Thy Spirit guide my feet
of truth and grace;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

4 All they, who love and fear Thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;

The mighty God shall compass them
With favour as a shield.

4.

Sabbath. (Gen. ii. 2, 3.) 5th P. M.

1 AGAIN returns the day of holy rest,

Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like his own, he bade our labours cease,
And all be piety, and all be peace.

2 Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
And bend in penitence, and join in prayer.
3 So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive
The noblest tribute man has power to give:
So shall he hear, while fervently we raise
Our choral harmony in hymns of praise.
4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide;
In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend,
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.

5.

Sabbath. (Gen. ii. 2, 3.) L. M.

1 AGAIN our weekly labours end,
And we the sabbath's call attend;
Improve we then the sacred rest,
And bless the day that God hath bless'd.
2 This day may our devotions rise
Through Christ a grateful sacrifice :
And may our God that peace bestow,
Which none, but they, who feel it, know.

3 That peace of God within the breast,
Is the rich foretaste of the rest

Which for the Church of Christ remains,
A rest from sin, and grief, and pains.

4 In holy duties let the day

Heaven's type and emblem, pass away;
And may we thus each sabbath spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end.

6.

Sabbath. (Exodus xx. 8.) L. M.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun :

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath bless'd. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev'n. 3 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows! 4 This holy 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. 5 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!

7.

1

2

Sabbath. (Psalm 1xxxiv. 10.) S. M.
WELCOME, 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 meet and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day within the place

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Where thou, my God, hast been,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And gladly sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

8. Sabbath. (Psalm xci. Luke xxiii. 54.) 9th P. M.

9.

1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,

On th' appointed sabbath day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour,

Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by Almighty pow'r,

Fed and guided by His hand :
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

3 While we pray for pard'ning grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconciled face,

Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,
May we ever rest with thee.
4 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus may all our sabbaths
prove,
Till we join the Church above!

Sabbath. (Ephesians i. 19, 20.
1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,
Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

2 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By God th' eternal Word, than when
The universe was made.

3 He rises, who mankind hath bought,
With grief and pain extreme;

C. M.

'Twas great to speak a world from nought,
'Twas greater to redeem !

10.

For the Lord's Day. (Psalm xcii.) L. M. 1 SWEET is the work my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No earthly cares shall vex my breast: O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless His works, and bless His word, His works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep His counsels! how divine! 4 And I shall share a glorious part, When grace has purified my heart: My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desir'd, or wish'd, below;

11.

And ev'ry power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

For the Lord's Day. (Psalm xliii, 3.) C. M.

1 FREQUENT the day of God returns,
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love;
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like Thy saints above,
And praise Thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
Where sabbaths never end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;

Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.