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1 Again the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eye-lids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun, which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings,

To nations yet unborn.

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1 When, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay ?

How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes, and gilded spires,

Shall curling clouds of incense rise ?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice ?

3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord

Thy golden offerings well may spare ;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

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1 Praise the Lord ! Ye heavens, adore Him,

Praise Him, angels in the height, Sun and moon, rejoice before Him,

Praise Him, all ye stars of light ! Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken,

Worlds His mighty voice obeyed : Laws which never can be broken

For their guidance He hath made. 2 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious,

Never shall His promise fail :
He hath made His saints victorious,

Sin and death shall not prevail :
Praise the God of our salvation,

Hosts on high! His power proclaim ;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation!

Praise and magnify His name !

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1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,

Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow

Of Heaven's almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow,

And grateful anthems sing.
3 O Lord, while in Thy house we kneel

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear!

4 With fervour teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing ;
Nor from Thy presence cast away

The sacrifice we bring !

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1 Ye works of God, on Him alone, In earth His footstool, heaven His throne,

Be all your praise bestowed; Whose hand the beauteous fabric made, Whose eye the finished work surveyed,

And saw that all was good. 2 Ye sons of men, His praise display, Who stamped His image on your clay,

And gave it power to move; Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell, From age to age successive tell

The wonders of His love.

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3 Ye spirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the blest abode,

To heavenly mansions soar;
O let your songs His praise (lisplay,
Till heaven itself shall melt away,

And time shall be no more.

4 Praise Him, ye meek and humble train, Who shall those heavenly joys obtain

Prepared for souls sincere;
O praise Him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,

And reign for ever there.

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| Another six-days' work is done;

Another sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day which God hath blest. 2 O 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 remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

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1 Come to the house of prayer,

O thou afflicted, come!
The God of peace shall meet thee there

He makes that house His home. 2 Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,

Your knees together bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,

Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before His throne

Your cheerful anthems raise ;
Nor let your hearts His praise disown,

Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye

In mercy looks on all,
Who see'st the tear of misery,

And hear'st the mourner's call;

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