2 We hail Thy day of rest, O Lord! And seek Thy house of prayer, To meet Thy saints, to hear Thy word, And all Thy works declare.
3 Though sensual hearts,unchanged by grace, Such heavenly joys despise, Teach us to love Thy dwelling-place, Thy day of rest to prize :
4 Till, fixed within Thy courts above, Far nobler songs we raise;
Where every heart is filled with love, And every mouth with praise.
"Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion.” Psa. lxv.
1 PRAISE for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple-gates; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, And find, through Christ, salvation there. 2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail :
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail. O Thou that hearest prayer, descend, And still be found the sinner's Friend.
3 How blest Thy saints! how safely led! How surely kept, how richly fed! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee!
4 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills; Thy voice the troubled ocean stills: Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earth Thy bounty wide displays.
5 The year is with Thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around: Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles, and owns her King. 6 Lord, on our souls Thy influence pour; The moral waste within restore.
Oh let Thy love our spring-tide be, And make us all bear fruit to Thee.
1 PRAISE on Thee, in Zion-gates, Daily, O Jehovah! waits.
Unto Thee, who hearest prayer, Shall the tribes of men repair.
2 Though with conscious guilt oppressed, On Thy mercy still we rest: Thy forgiving love display: Take, O Lord, our sins away.
3 Oh, how blessed their reward, Chosen servants of the Lord, Who within Thy courts abide, With Thy goodness satisfied!
4 But how dire Thy judgments fell, Saviour of Thine Israel,
When Thy people's cry arose, On their proud and impious foes! 5 By Thy boundless might set fast, Rise the mountains firm and vast: Thou canst with a word assuage Ocean's wild and deafening rage.
6 When Thy signs in heaven appear, Earth's remotest regions fear; And the bounties of Thy hand Fill with gladness every land.
"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.” Psalm c. 7's.
1 OH, be joyful in the Lord,
Every land beneath the sun : In His praise, with glad accord,
Let all tongues and hearts be one : For our God is God alone; Whose we are, and not our own. We His people are, the sheep He vouchsafes to rule and keep. 2 Come and join the joyous throng Who Jehovah's praise proclaim : In His courts, with grateful song, Speak the honours of His name. Rich His bounty to our race; Inexhaustible His grace;
Ready to forgive and bless;
Ever sure His faithfulness.
"Mine house shall be called an house of prayer for all people." Isa. lvi. 7. P. M.
1 GREAT Father of mankind, We bless that wondrous grace, Which could for Gentiles find Within Thy courts a place. How kind the care Our God displays, For us to raise A house of prayer!
2 Though once estranged far, We now approach the throne; For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause His own: Strangers no more,
To Thee we come, And find our home, And rest secure.
3 To Thee our souls we join, And love Thy sacred name: No more our own, but Thine, We triumph in Thy claim: Our Father-king! Thy covenant-grace Our souls embrace, Thy titles sing.
4 May all the nations throng To worship in Thy house; And Thou attend the song, And smile upon their vows; Indulgent still,
Till earth conspire To join the choir
On Zion's hill.
"The first day of the week." Mark xvi. 9. L. M.
1 HAIL! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love; Of heavenly peace, and holy rest; Pledge of the endless rest above!
2 Bless'd be the Father of our Lord, [Son. Who from the dead hath brought His Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won.
3 Scarce morning twilight had begun To chase the shades of night away, When Christ arose, unsetting Sun! The dawn of joy's eternal day.
4 Mercy looked down with smiling eye, When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And Hope with gladness raised her head. 5 God's goodness let us bear in mind,
Who to His saints this day hath given, For rest and serious joy designed, To fit the soul for death and heaven.
6 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord! Thy fire to every bosom bring: Then shall our ardent hearts accord, And teach our lips God's praise to sing.
"This is the day which the Lord hath made." Psalm cxviii. 24. C. M.
1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest; Who, joyful in harmonious lays, Employ an endless rest.
2 Thus, Lord, while we remember Thee, We blest and happy grow:
By hymns of praise we learn to be Triumphant here below.
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