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136. C. M. Watts.
The Lord's Day; or, the Resurrection of Christ.
N the cold prison of a tomb
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.
2 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
3 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.
137. S. M. Watts.
The Lord's Day; or, delight in Ordinances.
That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
138. C. M.
God's blessing invoked on Sabbath exercises.
N this sweet morn the Lord arose
Triumphant o'er the grave!
He died to vanquish all my foes;
Again he lives to save.
2 No heavenly fire my heart can raise, Without the Spirit's aid;
His breath must kindle prayer and praise, Or I am cold and dead.
On all thy flocks thy Spirit pour,
And saving health convey;-
A sweet, refreshing, heavenly shower,
Will make them sing and pray.
4 Direct thy shepherds how to feed
The flocks of thy own choice;
Give savour to the furnish'd food,
And bid the folds rejoice.
139. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8.
The Lord's Day delightful to Christians.
On this delightful day
The Saviour burst the tomb;
And we to praise and pray,
Together here are come:
O Jesus, meet thy flock to-day,
Thy grace impart, thy power display.
On this delightful day,
Peculiarly thy own,
O Jesus, come away,
And meet us in thy dome:
Give us to join the heavenly lays,
And sing aloud thy worthy praise.
On this delightful day,
Thy saints in general meet;
O, why should any stay
From thy transporting seat!
May millions in the different parts,
This day to Jesus yield their hearts!
On this delightful day,
The bread of life is given;"
May Christ his grace display,
An antepast of heaven;
And when we leave this earthly dome
May angel bands conduct us home.
140. S. M.
The Lord is risen.
O-DAY the Saviour rose;
Our Jesus left the dead;
He conquer'd our tremendous foes,
And Satan captive led.
2 He left his glorious throne,
To make our peace with God;
Blessings for ever on his name;
He bought us with his blood.
Luke xxiv. 31.
3 For us his life he paid-
For us the law fulfill'd;
On him our loads of guilt were laid-
We by his stripes are heal'd.
4 Ye saints, adore his name
Who hath such mercy shown;
Ye sinners, love the bleeding Lamb,
And make his praises known.
141. L. M. Watts.
Angels punished and men saved.
And wrath and darkness chain'd them down, But man, vile man, forsook his bliss, And mercy lifts him to a crown.
2 Amazing work of sovereign grace,
That could distinguish rebels so!
Our guilty treasons call'd aloud
For everlasting fetters too.
3 To thee, to thee, almighty Love,
Our souis, ourselves, our all we pay?
Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise,
On the bright hills of heavenly day.
142. C. M. Watts.
Praise for creation and redemption.
ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace,
But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.
2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne,
All glory to the United Three,
The undivided One.
3 "Twas he, and we 'll adore his name,
That form'd us by a word,
"Tis he restores our ruin'd frame;
Salvation to the Lord.
143. C. M. Steele.
The joys of Heaven.
NOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.
2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, And discord there shall cease, And perfect joy, and love sincere, Adorn the realms of peace.
3 The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
4 There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
5 The Saviour, dying, rising, crown'd,
Shall swell the lofty strains;
Seraph and saint his praise resound,
Through all th' ethereal plains.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in the blissful courts above,
We join the heavenly choir.
144. C. M. Watts.
Meditation of heaven; or, the joy of faith.
thoughts surmount these lower skies,
M And look within the veil;
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.
2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.
3 His promise stands for ever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.
4 Light are the pains that nature brings,
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things
The present we compare!
5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer's face.
145. S. M. Parkinson's Selection.
Praise to the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3.
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising power,
Sing how he intercedes above
For all whose sins he bore.