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In the Sanctuary.
Freeman religimos Hotars alone;
from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Fuin would mine eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit, Lord, froni thee.
2 0 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 gweet 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 sball be adoted,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.
C. M, We will rejoice and be glad in it. THIS
is the day the Lord hath made: Let songs of triumph hail the morn;
Hosanna to our king!
2 The Stone the builders set at naughty
That Stove has now become
The sure foundation, and the strength
Of Zion's heavenly dome.
8 Christ is that stone, rejected once,
And number'd 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!
3d P. M. 4 68 & 2 89.
WAKE, ye saints, awake!
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Come bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.
8 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings :
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
The type of everlasting rest.
MOME, let us join with one accord
In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our rising Lord
Hath made and call'd his own.
This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven,
Type of that everlasting rest
The saints enjoy in heaven.
8 Then let us in his name sing on,
And hasten to that day,
When our Redeemer shall come down,
Aud shadows pass away.
4 Not one, but all our days below,
Let ns in hymns employ;
And, in our Lord rejoicing, go
Tó his eternal joy. 247
Pledge of endless rest.
RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blest:
Another six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun,
90 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.
3 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.
5th P. M. 4 lines 78. Life and immortality brought to light. DAX of God I thou blessed day,
At thy dawn the grave gavo way
To the power of Him within,
Wbo had, sinless, bled for sin.
2 Thine thc radiance to illume
First, for man, the dismal tomb,
When its bars their weakness own'd,
There revealing death dethroned.
3 Then the Sun of righteousness
Rose, a darken'd world to bless,
Bringing up from mortal night
Immortality and light."
a la pint on the Lord's day. Valorazhort this day of thine,
als u word. thif, wat heart to raise,
4 Day of glory, day of power,
Sacred be thine every hour,
Emblem, earnest, of the rest
That remaineth for the blest.
The eternal Sabbath.
HAIL to the Sabbath-day!
The day divinely given,
When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.
2 Lord, in this sacred hour,
Within thy courts we bend,
And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.
3 But thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod;
only is the day thine own
When man draws near to God
4 Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Šabbath, the stupendous march
Of vast eternity
5 Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight;
And purer worship may, we pay
In heaven's unclouded light,
In the Spirit on the Lord's day.
MAX , throughout this day of thiné,
Spirit of humble fear divine,
That trembles at thy word.
2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,
And fix on things above;
Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.
Anticipating the heaveniy Sabbath.
ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy servants rise.
% Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our lab'ring 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 wo and sin:
Sain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
Joyful in the house of prayer.
GLAD was my heart to hear
My old companions Bay,
Come, in the house of God appear;
For 'tís a holy day.
2 Thither the tribes repair,
Where all are wont to meet; And, joyful in the house of prayer,
Bend at the mercy-beat. 8 Pray for Jerusalem,
The city of our God!
Lord, send thy blessings down to thom
That love the dear abode!
laith to prote, och svaka ly humble love.
a light Day shine,