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5 To thee our infant race we'll leave; Them may their fathers' God receive; That voices, yet unform'd, may raise Succeeding hymns of humble praise.




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 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 thine 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.



1 SOON as the morning rays appear, I'll lift my eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy listening ear, And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;
There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

3 In righteousness thy strength display, And my protection be;

Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heav'n and thee.

The Sabbath welcomed.


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

2 Jesus 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, amid the place

Where God my Saviour's been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till call'd to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.



1 WELCOME, delightful morn! Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return;

Lord make these moments blest. From low delights, and mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face; Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quick'ning powers; Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbath be indulg'd in vain.


HYMN. 10's.

1 HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest,

What heav'nly peace and transport fill our breast! When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends, And kindly holds communion with his friends. 2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,

Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.

3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes:
Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,
And waft it to the blissful realms above!


The Rest of the Sabbath.


1 ANOTHER six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul-enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God has blest.

2 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.

3 This heav'nly calm within the breast!
The dearest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains-
The end of cares-the end of pains.

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

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!



1 COME, let us join with sweet accord
In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our rising Lord

Hath made, and call'd his own.

2 This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven;
Type of that everlasting rest,
The saints enjoy in heav'n.


53 Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored.

ICOME, dearest Lord, and bless this day,
Come, bear our thoughts from earth away;
Now, let our noblest passions rise
With ardour to their native skies.

2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light upon us shine;
And let our waiting souls be blest,
On this sweet day of sacred rest.

3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransom'd, we shall spend
A Sabbath which shall never end.



1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine
Demands the soul's collected pow'rs;
With joy we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours:
Oh may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore;
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,

And where thou art intrude no more:
Oh may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine,

Engage the ear-and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

Resurrection of Christ celebrated.


1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,
And burst the slothful band;
The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand:
Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise.
2 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.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosannas rings; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings!

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Worthy art thou, who once wast slain Through endless years to live and reign.”

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



1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;

Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.

2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt A sinful world in gloom!

Oh! what a Sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

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