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There the weary be at rest. Job iii. 17. There is a calm for those that weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.
The storm that shakes the winter sky,
No more disturbs their sweet repose; Than summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.
The soul of origin divine,
God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heav'n's eternal sphere shall shine
A star of day.
The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor of the sky; The soul immortal as its Sire,
Shall never die.
They shall hallow my Sabbaths. Ezek. xliv. 24. This is the day the Lord hath blest,
The day to us in mercy given, The holy sabbath of his rest,
The pledge and type of rest in heaven.
This day, within thy courts, O Lord,
Thy saints delight to seek thy face; To sing thy praises, hear thy word,
Unfold their wants, and taste thy grace.
May we the blest assembly join ;
To God devote this sacred day; Our earthly cares and thoughts resign,
Look up to heav'n and learn the way.
May we by ev'ry sabbath grow
In grace, humility, and love; Thus, by thy holy rest below,
Made fitter for thy rest above.
The Lord Jesus shall be revealed from heaven.
2 Thess. i. 7.
The Lord will come! the earth shall quake!
The Lord will come! but not the same,
The Lord will come! a dreadful form!
Th’ ungodly then shall quake, and call
The heavens declare. Ps. xix. 1. The heav'ns declare thy glory Lord,
In ev'ry star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
In nature's works, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power we trace; But the blest volume thou hast writ,
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Ne'er shall thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest,
That see the light, or feel the sun.
Great Sun of Righteousness, arise !
Bless the dark world with heav'nly light: Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
In all their affliction he was afflicted.
Is. liii. 9.
The Lord, who once on Calv'ry bled,
There as our advocate he reigns,
In ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
O! let us then before his throne,