GILEAD.

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ETIENNE HENRI MERUL.

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Joy of public worship.

1 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

8 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at thy presence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee.

ISAAC WATTS.

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The eternal God exalted.
1 ETERNAL God, celestial King,
Exalted be thy glorious name;
Let hosts in heaven thy praises sing,
And saints on earth thy love proclaim.

2 My heart is fixed on thee, my God;
I rest my hope on thee alone;
I'll spread thy sacred truths abroad,
To all mankind thy love make known.

3 Awake, my tongue; awake, my lyre; With morning's earliest dawn arise; To songs of joy my soul inspire,

And swell your music to the skies.

4 With those who in thy grace abound,
To thee I'll raise my thankful voice;
Till every land the earth around,
Shall hear, and in thy name rejoice.

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WILLIAM WRANGHAM.

Hosanna to the living Lord.

1 HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing.
2 "Hosanna, Lord!" thine angels cry,
"Hosanna, Lord!" thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound.

3 O Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this, thy house of prayer,
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Where we thy parting promise claim.
4 But chiefest in our cleansed breast,
Eternal, bid thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy thee.

5 So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.

REGINALD HEBER.

MENDEBRAS.

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GERMAN MELODY, ARR. BY LOWELL MASON,

72 Day of rest and gladness.
1 0 DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,

Most beautiful, most bright:
On thee, the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing "Holy, holy, holy,"

To the great God Triune.
2 On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth;
On thee, for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee, our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.

3 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manua falls; To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.
4 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To thee, blest Three in One.

CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH..

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Sabbath and sanctuary joys.
1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day,
Which God has called his own;
With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at his throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! As here thy servants throng

To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the grateful song.

3 Spirit of grace! O deign to dwell
Within thy Church below;
Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite,

To spread with holy zeal around

Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day,
Which thou hast called thine own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at thy throne.

'Twas great to speak the world from naught; 'Twas greater to redeem.

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SAMUEL WESLEY, JR.

We will rejoice, and be glad in it.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing;

Let songs of triumph hail the morn;
Hosanna to our King!

2 The Stone the builders set at naught,
That Stone has now become
The sure foundation and the strength
Of Zion's heavenly dome.

3 Christ is that Stone, rejected once,
And numbered with the slain;
Now raised in glory, o'er his Church
Eternally to reign.

4 This is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing;

With songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King!

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HARRIET AUBER.

Sabbath light.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.

20 what a night was that which wrapt A guilty 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 thousand lips shall join To hail this happy morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings On nations yet unborn.

MRS. ANNA L. BARBAULD.

OVERBERG. L. M.

JOHANN CHRISTIAN HEINRICH RINK.

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Ardent hope of heavenly rest.

1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house,
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy servants rise.

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell, shall reach the place;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God."

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

7779 Sabbath evening: Thy kingdom come. 1 MILLIONS within thy courts have met, Millions this day before thee bowed; Their faces Zionward were set,

Vows with their lips to thee they vowed. 2 But thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee; And hast accepted those alone, Who in the spirit worshiped thee.

3 People of many a tribe and tongue,
Of various languages and lands,
Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung,
And offered prayer with holy hands.

4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble thou wert nigh;

Not one hath sought thy face in vain.

5 Yet one prayer more;-and be it one, In which both heaven and earth accord;Fulfill thy promise to thy Son:

Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord!

1 SWEET is the light of Sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams lingering there;
For these blest hours the world I leave,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

2 The time how lovely and how still!
Peace shines and smiles on all below;
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,
All fair with evening's setting glow.

3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love;
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees the smiling heaven above.

4 Nor will our days of toil be long;
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
And we shall join the ceaseless song,
The endless Sabbath of our God.
JAMES EDMESTON.

LOWELL MASON.

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

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 by 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 When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part;
And fresh supplies of joy be shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

4 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.

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ISAAC WATTS.

Pledge of glorious rest.

1 RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blest:
Another six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies,

And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!
8 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.
4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy comforts pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

JOSEPH STENNETT.

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Hailing the Sabbath's return.

1 MY opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of this returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.

2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest:
Eternal King, erect thy throne,

And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing; The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing.

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone!

Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

20 warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.

ISAAC WATTS.