toiler's rest, the saint's de-light,
made thee heav'n-ly and divine
The day of prayer and praise.
Beyond all oth er days. A-MEN.
3 The firstfruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they the day of Christ who love
A happy week shall find.
4 This day I must with God appear;
For, Lord, the day is Thine;
Help me to spend it in Thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.
310. In Thy Name, O Lord, Assembling.
Dulce Carmen. 87, 87, 87.
JOHANN MICHAEL HAYDN, (1737-1806)?
1. In Thy Name, O Lord, as - sem-bling, We, Thy people, now draw near:
Teach us to rejoice with trem-bling, Speak, and let Thy servants hear;
2 0 enter, let me know Thee,
And feel Thy power within,
The power that breaks our fetters,
And rescues us from sin.
That I may serve Thee truly,
O wash and cleanse Thou me,
To render honor duly
With perfect heart to Thee.
3 'Tis Thou, O Spirit, teachest
The soul to pray aright;
Thy songs are sweetest music,
Thy prayers have wondrous might.
They pierce the highest heaven,
Unheard they cannot fall,
Till He His help hath given
Who surely helpeth all.
4 The whole wide world, O Spirit,
Upon Thy hands doth rest;
Our wayward hearts Thou turnest
As to Thee seemeth best.
As Thou hast done so often,
Once more Thy power make known, Convert the wicked, soften
To tears the heart of stone.
5 Our path in all things order
According to Thy mind;
And when this life is over,
And all must be resigned,
With calm and fearless spirit
O grant us then to die,
And after death inherit
Eternal life on high.
Paul Gerhardt, 1653.
312. Day of Rest and Gladness!
1. O day of rest and glad - ness! 0 day of joy and light!
The light first had its birth;
ly, To God, the great Tri - une. And thus on thee, most glorious, A three-fold light was giv'n. Tab Tindi gi
3 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
4 New graces ever gaining
From this one day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son,
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, 1862, a.
313. Guardian of Pure Hearts, and Hearer.
Werde munter, mein Gemüthe. 87, 87, 77, 88.
There to sing a way each sor-row That from life and toil we borrow!
Rachel still her children mourneth, And her soul from comfort turn-eth. A-MEN.
3 But when here devoutly soareth
High the temple-anthem sweet,
Grief grows calm, no plaint outpoureth,
Hearts with holy rapture beat:
Free from earthly clouds, the soul
Presses toward a higher goal,
Takes from hope the comfort given,
Speaks e'en now the tongue of heaven.
4 0 my soul, on wings ascending,
Thou on Salem's mount shalt rest;
There where cherub-harps are blending
With the singing of the blest;
Let thy note of praise and prayer
To thy God precede thee there,
While e'en yet a careworn mortal,
Still without thy Father's portal.
5 Christians, while on earth abiding,
Let us ever praise and pray,
Firmly in our God confiding,
As our fathers in their day;
Be the children's voices raised
To the God their fathers praised.
Let His bounty, failing never,
Be on us and all forever.
6 Bless us, Father, and protect us,
Be our souls' sure hiding-place,
Let Thy wisdom still direct us,
Light our darkness with Thy grace!
Let Thy countenance on us shine,
Fill us all with peace divine.
Praise the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Praise Him all that life inherit.
Johan Olof Wallin, 1816.
314. Unto the Lord of All Creation.
Wer weiss, wie nahe mir mein Ende. 98, 98, 88.
BRONNER'S Choral-Buch, 1715.
3 The Lord who laid the earth's foundation,
And for the stars their course decreed,
Whose hand hath ordered all creation,
Provideth for our every need;
For God is Love: the Father's care
His smallest child shall duly share.
4 From out the gloom mine eye descrieth The Maker's footprints in the sky; The starry chorus testifieth
To His eternal majesty;
While on my path each tiny flower
Proclaims His glory and His power.
5 Into Thy hand, O God Almighty,
My weal and woe I will entrust;
My need Thou seest who takest pity
On every worm that crawls the dust.
In pleasure's path or sorrow's way
Be Thou my Guide, O Lord, I pray.
6 And when the morning star appeareth,
Thy grace, Thy glory we proclaim;
When falls the dew, and evening neareth,
O Lord, we call upon Thy Name.
Upon Thy mercy we rely,
Father, Creator, God on high.
Arvid August Afzelius, 1814.
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