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And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings: Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign. 4 Great King, gird on thy sword,

Ascend thy conqʼring, car; While justice, truth and love,

Maintain thy glorious war: This day let sinners own thy sway, And rebels cast their arms away! HYMN 31.

(c. m.) 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,

Let

young and old rejoice: To him be vows and homage paid,

Whose service is our choice. 2 This is the temple of the Lord:

How dreadful is this place!
With meekness let us hear his word,

With rev'rence seek his face.
3 This is the homage he requires

The voice of praise and prayer, The soul's affections, hopes, desires,

Ourselves and all we are.
4 While rich and poor for mercy call;

Propitious from the skies,
The Lord, the Maker of them all,

Accepts the sacrifice. 5 Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his Son,

From sin he grants release;
According to their faith 'tis done,
He bids them

go
in

peace.
HYMN 32.

(s. M.) 1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near

To feast his saints to-day;
Here may we sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place

Where Jesus is within,

Is better than ten thousand days

Of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay

În şuch a frame as this, Till it is call’d to soar away To everlasting bliss.

HYMN 33. (L. M.) 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Lord's day has begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the hours thy God hath blest. 2 This day may our devotions rise,

As grateful incense, to the skies;
And heaven that sweet repose bestow,

Which none but they who feel it know! 3 This peaceful calm within the breast

Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest,
Which for the church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 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!

HYMN 34. (II. 3.) GREAT God! this sacred day of thine

Demands the soul's collected powers; Gladly we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours:
O may our souls adoring own
The

grace that calls us to thy throne! 2 All-seeing God! tlıy piercing eye

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

Ånd where thou art intrude no more: O 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:
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

HYMN 35. (II. 4.) 1 IN loud exalted strains,

The King of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,

Through everlasting days:
But Zion, with his presence blest,

Is his delight, his chosen rest. 2 0 King of glory! come,

And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy home,

This people as thy own.
Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show

How God can dwell with men below. 3 Now let thine ear attend

Our supplicating cries;
Now let our praise ascend,

Accepted to the skies :
Now let thy gospel's joyful sound

Spread its celestial influence round. 4 Here may the list’ning throng,

Imbibe thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song

Of seraphim above:
Till all who humbly seek thy face,
Rejoice in thy abounding grace.
HYMN 36.

(L. M.) 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone;

Let my religious hours alone: From flesh and sense I would be free, And hold commi

munion, Lord, with thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,

And feel thineinfluence from above. 3 When I can say that God is mine,

When I can see thy glories shine,
I'll tread the world beneath my feet,

And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right hand,

To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flowe

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HYMN 37. (L. M.)
Myop’ning eyes with rapture see

The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While

thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone,

Nor would receive another guest;
Eternal King! erect thy throne,

And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain desire,

One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,

My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
HYMN 38..

(III. 1.)
1 To thy temple I repair;

Lord, I love to worship there;
While thy glorious praise is sung,

Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
2 While the pray’rs of saints ascend,

God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;

Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
3 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill
my

soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me

Life and immortality.
4 While thy ministers proclaim

Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I

Hear thee speaking from on high.
5 From thy house when I return,

May my heart within me burn;
And at ev'ning let me say,
“ I have walk'd with God to-day."

HYMN 39. (L. M.)

After Sermon. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! bless the word,

Which, through thy grace, we now have heard;

O may the precious seed take root,

Spring up, and bear abundant fruit!
2 We praise thee for the means of grace,

Thus in thy courts to seek thy face:
Grant, Lord! that we who worship here
May all, at length, in heaven appear.

HYMN 40. (III. 5.)
1
LO
ORD! dismiss us with thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;

O refresh us

Trav’lling through this wilderness! 2 Thanks we give, and adoration,

For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:

May thy presence
With us evermore be found!

ADVENT.

1 HARI

HYMN 41.

(c. m. ARK! the glad sound-the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promis'd long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit, largely pour’d,

Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the pris’ners to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray;
And on the eyes oppress'd with night,

To pour celestial day.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,

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