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2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
Like David's harp, of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word :
How deep thy counsels! how divine! . 4 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 5 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears nom ore:
Nor Satan break my peace again.
All I desir'd or wish'd below:
The same. (C. M.) 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
I He calls the hours his own;
And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Salvation from thy throne.
With messages of grace;
To save our sinful race.
The church on earth can raise;
Shall give him nobler praise.
46. Delight in Ordinances. (S. M.)
That saw the Lord arise ;
And these rejoicing eyes.
And feasts his saints to-day ;
And love, and praise, and pray.
Where my dear God hath been,
Of pleasurable sin.
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
The Lord's Day. (C. M.) 1 PLESS'D morning, whose young dawnij Beheld our rising God;
[ra 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,
The third, th' appointed day.
To hold our God in vain ;
And burst their feeble chain.
These sacred hours we pay,
The triumph of the day.
To our victorious King ;
With glad hosannas ring.
48. For the Lord's Day Morning. (L. M.)
A Another sabbah is begun;
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
And gives this day the food of seven.
Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 In holy duties let the day,
In boly pleasures pass away:
The same. (P.M.)
A WAKE, our drowsy souls,
Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise.
Reluctant death resign'd
3 All hail, triumphant LORD!'
Heaven with hosannas rings;
Thy praise responsive sings;
Through endless years to live and reign. 4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
Maintain the glorious war;
50. . For the Lord's Day. (P. M.)
V Demands our souls' collected pow'rs;
The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles fly,
Where God resides appear no more ;
And fix our thoughts on things divine.
Invites us to a heavenly feast;