2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast 0 may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp, of solemn sound!
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word: Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine!
4 And I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears nom ore: My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.
6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below: And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosannah to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.
5 Hosannah, in the highest strains, The church on earth can raise; The highest heav'ns in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
Delight in Ordinances. (S. M.)
ELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King 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, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
LESS'D morning, whose young dawni Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode!
2 In the cold prison of a tomb The dead 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.
5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King;
Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.
48. For the Lord's Day Morning. (L. M.)
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbah is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven. 3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 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.
The same. (P.M.)
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,
Her dark domains confin'd: Th' angelic host around him bends,
And 'midst their shouts THE GOD ascends.
All hail, triumphant LORD! Heaven with hosannas rings; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings; Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Gird on, great God, thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love, Maintain the glorious war; Victorious, thou thy foes shall tread, And sin and hell in triumph lead.
For the Lord's Day. (P.M.)
REAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected pow'rs;
May we employ, in works divine, These solemn, these devoted hours! O may our souls, adoring, own
The grace which calls us to thy throne !
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles fly, Where God resides appear no more; Omniscient God! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore. O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life, dispens'd to-day, Invites us to a heavenly feast; May every ear the call obey, Be every heart a humble guest! O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed.
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