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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.

*WATTS.

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

For everlasting bliss.

27.

H. M.

*HAYWARD.

Invocation, for Lord's Day Morning.

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1 WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest!
We hail thy glad return:

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,
While we address thy face.

O let us feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Savior's love,

And bless these sacred hours.
Then shall our souls new life obtain,
Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

28.

C. P. M.

MERRICK.

The Lord's Day Morning. Ps. 122.
1 THE joyful morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honored dome,
Thy presence to adore.

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end
The heaven-protected tribes ascend
Their offerings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,

In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

3 Be peace implored by each on thee,
O Zion, while with bended knee

To Jacob's God we pray;
How blest, who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labors shall attend,

And safety guard his way.

4 O mayst thou, free from hostile fear, Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, Nor war's wild wastes deplore; May plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts, with lavish hand, Distribute all her store.

5 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail! How can my tongue, O Zion, fail

To bless thy loved abode ?

How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansions of my God?

29.

H. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls!

Shake off each slothful band:
The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand.
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.
2 At thy approaching dawn
Reluctant death resigned
The glorious Prince of life,
In the dark tomb confined.
Th' angelic host around him bends,
And, 'midst their shouts, the Lord ascends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosanna rings,
Whilst earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings.
Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Gird on, great King, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,

Whilst justice, truth, and love,
Maintain the glorious war.

Victorious thou thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and death in triumph lead.
5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing th' unerring dart,

With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart.

Then dying souls for life shall sue,
Numerous as drops of morning dew.

30.

C. M.

WATTS

Devotion in the Lord's Day Morning. Ps. 5.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

50 may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before
my face.

6 The men who love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled:

The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.

31.

L. M.

WATTS.

Communion with God. Ps. 63.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good! thou just and wise!
Thou art my Father and my God:
And I am thine by sacred ties

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look, As travellers, in thirsty lands, Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face; Oft have I seen thy glory here, And felt the power of sovereign grace. 5 My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford: "Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. 6 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise. This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

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Communing with God. Ps. 63.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.

WATTS.

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