3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know And every power find sweet employ 54. S. M. EPISCOPAL COLL. "The Church of the Living God.” 1 I LOVE thy Church, O God! Her walls before thee stand Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 2 For her my tears shall fall; 3 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, 4 Jesus! thou Friend divine, 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, 55. C. P. M. MERRICK. The Sabbath and the Earthly Temple. 1 THE Sabbath morn, my God, is come, My feet the summons shall attend, 2 With holy joy I hail the day, And leads me to his rest! 3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, The Lord's Day. Ps. 118. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; 2 Hosanna to the anointed King, Help us, O Lord; descend and bring 3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men, Who comes in God his Father's name, 4 Hosanna in the highest strains The highest heavens, in which he reigns, "I will go to the Altar of God." 1 IF, in a temple made with hands, 2 If, in the ailments of the soul, 3 If there be still a sacrifice, That may to God with favour rise, 4 If, in the dread of death's dark hour, 5 Where God would have the off'ring made, There be the willing tribute paid, Till to his name I consecrate 1 WELCOME, delightful morn, Sweet day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return, Lord, make these moments blest: From the low train of 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 quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours: Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 59. C. M. MRS. BARBAULD. The Resurrection on the First Day of the Week. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. 2 0, what a night was that, which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O what a sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb! 3 This day be grateful homage paid, Let gladness dwell in every heart, 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join Which scatters blessings from its wings The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set God is their Strength; and through the road 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length; Till all before thy face appear, And join the nobler worship there. |