1. Lord of all worlds! incline thy bounteous ear; Thy children's voice in tender mercy hear; Thy children's voice in tender mercy hear; Bear thy blest promise, fixed as hills, in mind, And shed renewing grace on lost mankind. 2 Let Zion's walls before thee ceaseless stand, Dear as thine eye, and graven on thy hand; From earth's far regions Jacob's sons 2 Let us devote this consecrated day 3 Father in heaven! in whom our hopes In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine till time shall end. 71 HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest, What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast! When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends, 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; Its flattering, fading glories I despise, And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 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' 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth: The Spirit sent from Heaven, 3 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; The silver trumpet calls, With soul-refreshing streams. 4 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, Ps. 100: 4. THINE holy day's returning, Our hearts exult to see; And with devotion burning, Ascend, O God, to thee! To-day with purest pleasure, RAY PALMER. Our thoughts from earth withdraw; 2 We join to sing thy praises, NELSON. 8s, 7s & 4s. 3 1. God Almigh- ty and All seeing! Ho - ly One, in whom we all Live, and move, and have our being, Hear us when on 2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear, Well known the language of their song, When one by one the stars appear, Led by the silent moon along, Till round the earth, from all the sky, Thy beauty beams on every eye. 3 While these transporting visions shine, Along the path of Providence, Glory eternal, joy divine, Thy word reveals, transcending sense; My soul thy goodness longs to see, Thy love to man, thy love to me. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, And streams shall murmur all around. 82 Ps. 74:16, 17. MOORE THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through opening vistas into heaven,Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. 4 When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower that summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. |