3 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest:
Lo, thy church waits with longing eyes
Thus to be owned and blessed.
4 Enter with all thy glorious train,—
Thy Spirit and thy word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.
5 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
6 Here let the Son of David reign-
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love:
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown
Who gives the power to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all-
Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call-
6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.
1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face;
Let all within us feel his power;
Let all within us seek his grace.
2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night,
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring.
3 Being of beings! may thy praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill:
Still may we stand before thy face-
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.
4 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ;
More of thine image may we bear;
Erect thy throne within our heart,
And reign without a rival there.
1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors, shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?
2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems and gold and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?
3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
1 ANOTHER Six-days' work is done-
Another sabbath is begun.
Enjoy, my soul, the sacred rest;
Improve the day that God has blest.
2 Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to weary minds—
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives, this day, the food of seven.
3 This day may our devotions rise
As grateful incense to the skies;
May heaven that peace divine bestow
Which none but they who feel it know.
4 This holy calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the sons of God remains-
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 With joy, great God, thy works we view
In various scenes, both old and new:
With praise we think on mercies past;
With hope we future mercies taste.
6 In holy duties let the day-
In holy pleasures-pass away.
How sweet the sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!
A Prayer for Lord's Day.
1 Safely through another week
God has brought us on our way.
Let us now his blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day, of all the week the best-
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand: Guarded by almighty power,
Fed and guided by thy hand,
May we not forgetful be,
Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee.
3 While we seek supplies of
Shew thy reconciling face,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Take away our sin and shame.
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.
4 Here we come thy name to praise :
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes
While we in thy house appear;
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
5 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief from all complaints.
Thus let all our sabbaths prove
Till we join the church above.
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.
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