11 L ORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows, The songs which from Thy temple rise. 12 4 O long-expected day begin, 1 Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; HIS is the day the Lord hath blest, The holy Sabbath of His rest, L. M. The pledge and type of rest in heaven. 3 May we the blest assembly join, L. M. 4 May we by every Sabbath grow 13 1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake! And hail the sacred day : In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay: 148th M. Come, bless the day that God hath blest, 2 On this auspicious morn 14 The Lord of life arose; He burst the bands of death, And vanquished all our foes; 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosannas rings; Thy praise responsive sings; "Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 1 T PUBLIC WORSHIP. O Thy temple I repair, 2 While Thy glorious praise is sung, 3 While the prayers of saints ascend, 4 While I hearken to Thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Till Thy gospel bring to me 5 From Thine house when I return, 15 1 [ESUS, where'er Thy people meet, J There they behold Thy mercy-seat; L. M. Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Such ever bring Thee where they come, 3 Here may we prove the power of prayer, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 16 17 4 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near: 1 KIND VIND Shepherd of Thy people, hear, So give us hearts to pray. prayer, 2 Show us some token of Thy love, 3 Within these walls let holy peace Here give the troubled conscience ease, 4 The hearing ear, the watchful eye, And shine upon us from on high, 1OME to Thy temple, Lord, COM Let here Thy glory be adored, 2 Our inmost hearts refine, And for Thyself prepare; C. M. Cast out all thoughts but thoughts divine, 8. M. 3 Thy servants, Lord, we are, 4 Come to Thy temple, Lord, 18 1 YOME who love the Lord, C And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, 2 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; 3 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits on earthly ground 4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, 5 Then let our songs abound, We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground S. M. |