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Casting down their golden crowns around 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! the glassy sea; All thy works shall praise thy name, in Cherubim and seraphim falling down beearth and sky and sea; fore thee, Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty; God in three persons, blesséd Trinity!
Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
A. gain returns the day of holy rest, Which, when he made the world, Je-ho-vah blessed;
When, like his own, he bade our la-bors cease, And all be pi e
3 Father in heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us and whose pre-
In life our Guardian and in death our
Glory supreme be thine till time shall end.
ty and all be peace.
3 For by his word the heaven and earth
The earth's foundation also firmly laid;
And shall throughout all ages surely stand.
Anon. Ps. 95.
2 Lord, we would bless thee for thy cease-
And all thy work from day to day declare:
Let us this evening bless his holy Name,
4 Oh, by that name in which all fullness dwells,
Let us and all his saints his glory sing,
Who is our blesséd Saviour, Lord, and Open blest mercy's gate and take us in!
Lucy E. G. Whitmore.
3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love,
So pants my soul
As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs, That sinks ex-hausted in the summer's chase,
That sinks exhausted in the summer's
So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwellingplace.
for thee, great King of kings, So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling-place. Je -0
AS PANTS the wearied hart for cooling 3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,
My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;
And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay.
HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest, What heavenly peace and transport fill my breast!
And kindly holds communion with his friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;
Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid
Unquestioned be his faithfulness and love!
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes; Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,
And waft it to the blissful realms above!
GLADNESS. 7s, 6s. D.
The dawn of God's new Sabbath Breaks o'er the earth a - gain,
As some sweet summer some.
wea - ry wastes of sand.
4 Until in joy and gladness
Ada C. Cross.
THINE holy day's returning,
Our thoughts from earth withdraw;
2 We join to sing thy praises,
Its loudest, sweetest lay!
Inspire us with thy love,