2 I love thy Church, O God! 3 For her my tears shall fall; 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways; 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, 238 HEAR 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. God her everlasting light. what God the Lord hath spoken: God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, THE SABBATH. 239 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The day consecrated. GREAT God, this hallow'd day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in works divine These solemn and devoted hours: 240 The day improved. THIS day the Lord hath call'd his own; Fix our desires on him alone, 2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, And, with united heart and voice, 3 Now let the world's delusive things 4 0 let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, The purest comfort here afford, 241 The joys of the Sabbath. L. M. 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 by night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part: And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know And every power find sweet employ 242 Delight in ordinances. WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise: 3 One day in such a place, 4 My willing soul would stay S. M. 243 L. M. FAR In the Sanctuary. from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; We will rejoice and be glad in it. C. M. To earth, rejoice and sing; is the day the Lord hath made: Let songs of triumph hail the morn; 2 The Stone the builders set at naught, The sure foundation, and the strength 3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, Now raised in glory, o'er his Church 4 This is the day the Lord hath made; With songs of triumph hail the morn; 245 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Joyful homage. AWAKE, ye saints, awake! And hail this sacred day: In loftiest songs of praise Come bless the day that God hath blest, 2 On this auspicious morn And vanquish'd all our foes; 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 246 The type of everlasting rest. COME, let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord Hath made and call'd his own. C. M. 2 This is the day which God hath blest, 3 Then let us in his name sing on, When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away. |