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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,
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 rev'rence seek his face.
The voice of praise and prayer, The soul's affections, hopes, desires,
Ourselves and all we are.
Propitious from the skies,
Accepts the sacrifice. 5 Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his Son,
From sin he grants release;
(s. M.) 1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
To feast his saints to-day;
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;
Which none but they who feel it know! 3 This peaceful calm within the breast
Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
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:
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,
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
HYMN 35. (II. 4.) 1 IN loud exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
Through everlasting days:
Is his delight, his chosen rest. 2 0 King of glory! come,
And with thy favour crown
This people as thy own.
How God can dwell with men below. 3 Now let thine ear attend
Our supplicating cries;
Accepted to the skies :
Spread its celestial influence round. 4 Here may the list’ning throng,
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Of seraphim above:
(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,
And feel thineinfluence from above. 3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
And all that men call rich and great.
To cheer me in this barren land;
HYMN 37. (L. M.)
The dawn of thy returning day;
thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest;
And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
Lord, I love to worship there;
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
soul with humble awe,
Life and immortality.
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Hear thee speaking from on high.
May my heart within me burn;
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!
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face:
HYMN 40. (III. 5.)
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
O refresh us
Trav’lling through this wilderness! 2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May thy presence
(c. m. ARK! the glad sound-the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long!
And every voice a song.
Exerts his sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray;
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure,