2 Then the Sun of righteousness Rose, a darkened world to bless, Bringing up from mortal night Immortality and light.
4 Day of glory, day of power, Sacred be thine every hour, Emblem, earnest of the rest That remaineth for the blest!
The Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
20 what a night was that which wrapped The heathen world in gloom! O what a sun which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Sabbath on Earth and in Heaven. Ps. 92.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest! No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word: Thy works of grace, how bright they shine How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refined my heart, And, raised to holier courts above, I praise thee with a purer love.
5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
The Sabbath and the Earthly Temple.
1 THE joyful morn, my God, is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend And tread the hallowed floor.
2 With holy joy I hail the day, That warns my thirsting soul away What transports fill my breast! For, lo! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door,
And leads me to his rest!
3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail the immortal King.
Longing for the House of God.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand. Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand; And they must drink, or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray And tune my lips to sing.
The Worship of Earth and Heaven.
1 HOSANNA! Lord, thine angels cry: Hosanna! Lord, we hear reply: Above, benenth us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound.
20 Father! with protecting care Meet us in this, thy house of prayer; Assembled in Messiah's name,
Thy promised blessing here we claim.
3 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal! let thy Spirit rest;
And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy thee.
Watchfulness and Brotherly Reproof. Ps. 141. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense, in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead.
3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way; Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer, my head. 4 When I behold them prest with grief I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love.
The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
3 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their Strength; and through the road They lean upon their Helper, God.
4 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.
"Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth."
1 WHILE thus thy throne of grace we seek, O God, within our spirits speak! For we will hear thy voice to-day, Nor turn our hardened hearts away.
2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love, Till all our best affections move; We long to hear no meaner call, But feel that Thou art all in all.
3 To conscience speak thy quickening word Til. all its sense of sin is stirred :
For we would leave no stain of guile, To cloud the radiance of thy smile.
4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart, Till every fear and doubt depart : For we can find no home or rest, Till with thy Spirit's whispers bless
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