3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on ev'ry tongue.
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its winge To nations yet unborn.
I SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name; Show thy reconciling face
Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 3 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners-comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above.
1 IN this calm impressive hour, Let my pray'r ascend on high; God of mercy, God of pow'r, Hear me when to thee I cry: Hear me from thy lofty throne, For the sake of Christ thy Son. 2 With this morning's early ray, While the shades of night depart, Let thy beams of light convey Joy and gladness to my heart:
Now o'er all my steps preside, And for all my wants provide.
3 O what joy that word affords, "Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;" King of kings, and Lord of lords, Send thy gospel heralds forth: Now begin thy boundless sway, Usher in the glorious day.
1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode!
2 In the cold prison of the tomb Our dear Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.
1 WHEN, on the third auspicious day, While yet the blushing dawn Shed forth its earliest smiling ray To gild the rising morn;
2 The "holy women" sought the place Where their belov'd was laid,
And shining angels preach'd the grace That rais'd him from the dead;
3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground, Where his dear flesh had lain,
To tell his mourning friends around, That Jesus lives again.
4 This day, as days of older time, Is one of heav'nly joy;
Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime, And ev'ry tongue employ.
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 The Sabbath ne'er shall 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;
5 Where we, in high seraphic strains, Shall all our pow'rs employ: Delighted range th' etherial plains, And take our fill of joy.
The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.
1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Obscures the lustre of thy throne.
4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet, And give us but the lowest seat;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song Of the triumphant, holy throng.
1 IS there a time when moments flow, More peacefully than all beside?
It is, of all the times below,
A Sabbath eve in summer tide.
2 O then the setting sun smiles fair, And all below, and all above, The diff'rent forms of nature wear One universal garb of love.
3 And then the peace that Jesus beams, The life of grace, the death of sin, With nature's placid woods and streams, Is peace without, and peace within. 4 Delightful scene! a world at rest, A God all love, no grief nor fear; A heav'nly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile unsullied by a tear. 5 If heav'n be ever felt below,
A scene so heav'nly, sure, as this, May cause a heart on earth to know
Some foretaste of celestial bliss.
6 Delightful hour, how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign; And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again.
7 Yet will there dawn at last a day, A SUN that never sets shall rise; Night will not veil his ceaseless ray, The heav'nly Sabbath never dies!
1 I LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day, In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n; The prospect doth my strength renew While here by tempests driv❜n.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day.
FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR.
1 GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand; By that supported still we stand: The opening year thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night-at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed- By his unerring counsels led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future-all to us unknown- We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet.
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