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Qmniscient God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
O may thy grace our hearts refine
And fix our thoughts on things divine.
3 The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast.
May every ear the call obey;
Be every heart a humble guest;
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed.
4 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart;
O may thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
24. , L. M. *WATTs.
Sabbath on Earth, and in Heaven. Ps. 92.
1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest!
No mortal cares shall seize my breast.
Q may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
25. C. M. Anonymous. Sabbath on Earth, and in Heaven. * FREQUENT **y of God retum, To shed its uickening beams; And yet how slow devotion burns °w languid are is flames : %ept our faint attempts to love 5 ur frailties, Lord, for ive; *Would be like thy saints above, "d praise thee while we live. 3
}. We shall breathe in heavenly air, ith heavenly iusi. shine— Before the throne of God appear, "d feast on love divine;
, in high Seraphic strains, Shall all our powers employ— Delighted oth ethereal plains, * eternal joy.
26. S. M. *WATTs.
Rejoicing in the Lord's Day.
1 WELcome, sweet day of rest,
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 Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days |
Of folly and of sin. |
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this, : Till called to leave this house of clay l For everlasting bliss. | §
27. H. M. *HAYw ARD, Invocation, for Lord's Day Morning. !
1 WELcome, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest! }
We hail thy glad return: h
Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights and mortal toys
We soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
ile we address thy face.
Olet us feel thy quickening word,
And o to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, co Dove, ith all thy quickening Disclose a Savior's love
And bless these Sacred hours. Then shalion.
by courts, with lavish hand, all her store.