2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh! may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 7. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 4 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God. 8. 1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun; Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blessed. 2 Oh! that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies; And draw, from heaven, that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remainsThe end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away; 2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, To-day the saints his triumph spread, 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, Help us, O Lord! descend, and bring 4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, 5 Salvation and immortal praise Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, 11. 1 EARLY, my God, without delay, Without thy cheering grace. 2 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 3 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 3 Hell and the grave combined their force 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, To hold our God, in vain; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, 3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows, 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne; 16. 1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! 3 Spirit of grace! Oh, deign to dwell Within thy church below; 4 Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite, To spread with grateful zeal around 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 17. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct iny prayer, To thee lift up mine сус. 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 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak his praise; 4 Great God, let all my hours be thine, 19. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 2 I love her gates, I love the road; 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, 4 He hears our praises and complaints; 5 Peace be within this sacred place, 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, |