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136. C. M. Watts.
The dear Redeemer lay,
The third, th'appointed day.
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. W
ELCOME, sweet day of rest, 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.
In such a frame as this,
138. C. M. Dobell's Selection.
He died to vanquish all
Again he lives to save. 2 No heavenly fire my heart can raise,
Without the Spirit's aid; His breath must kindle
and praise, Or I am cold and dead. 3 On all thy flocks thy Spirit pour,
And saving health convey ;-
Will make them sing and pray. 4 Direct thy shepherds how to seed
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.
Together here are come:
Thy grace impart, thy power display. 2 On this delightful day,
Peculiarly thy own,
And meet us in thy dome:
And sing aloud thy worthy praise. 3 On this delightful day,
Thy saints in general meet;
This day to Jesus yield their hearts ! 4 On this delightful day,
'T'he bread of life is given;
May Christ his grace display,
An antepast of heaven;
140. S. M. Dobell's Selection.
The Lord is risen. Luke xxiv. 31.
Our Jesus left the dead;
And Satan captive led.
To make our peace with God; Blessings for ever on his name;
He bought us with his blood. 3 For us his life he paid
For us the law fulfillid;
We by his stripes are heal'd. 4 Ye saints, adore his name
Who hath such mercy shown;
And make his praises known.
141. L. M. Watts.
Angels punished and men saved. F
IROM heaven the sinning angels fell,
And wrath and darkness chain'd them down, But man, vile man, forscok his bliss,
And mercy lifts him to a crown.
That could distinguish rebels so!
For everlasting fetters too.
Our souis, onirselves, our all we pay?
142. C. M. Watts.
The wonders of thy praise. 2 We raise our shouts, () 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. COME; Lord, and warm each languid heart, 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 3 The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more ; But cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
Join in immortal songs ;
Employ their tuneful tongues.
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 ;
We join the heavenly choir.
144. C. M. Watts.
The waters never fail.
The blessed Three in One;
On God's incarnate Son.
shall ne'er depart; He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.
How short our sorrows are,
The present we compare!
To that celestial place,
Near my Redeemer's face.
145. S. M. Parkinson's Selection.
Praise to the Lamb. Rey. xv. 3.
A WA KEos and sing the song
; 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.