346 (3d P.) C. M. Messiah 293. Prov, Coll. 10.
The Sun of Righteousness risen.
HE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more:
This light shall scatter all our fears:
Come, saints, and all adore!
2 Twice had the sun withdrawn his light,
And twice restor❜d the day;
But see, on the third dawning morn,
The God HIMSELF display.
3 Alone the dreadful race He ran,
Alone the wine-press trod;
He groans-He dies-behold the Man!
He lives-behold the GOD!
4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid his early rise;
Our Jesus conquer'd death and hell,
And open'd Paradise.
346 (4th P.) L. M. Coombs's 45. Leeds 19. Early Lord's Day Morning at Home.
1 REVIVING Sound! methinks I hear
The dear, the gracious Saviour say,
Arise, my love, my fairest fair,
Make haste, prepare, and come away.
2 I come, my Lord, what is thy will?
Tell me for what I should
prepare! Meet me this day on Sion's hill!
My Lord, I'm blest to meet thee there.
346 (5th P.) 8.8.6. Chatham 59. West.Leigh 278. Early Lord's Day Morning, in Society, or at Lecture. 1 OUR precious Lord, on duty bent, To lonely places often went,
To seek his Father there;
The early morn and dewy ground
Can witness they the Saviour found
Engag'd in fervent pray'r.
2 And did my Saviour love to pray Ere dawning light unveil❜d the day?. Shall I not do so too?
20 may I be inspir'd with zeal
To execute my Father's will
As Jesus us'd to do.
3 [And you who love his sacred name,
Who love to imitate the Lamb,
And more of Jesus know;
Come, let us all surround his throne,
And see what blessings on his own
Our Saviour will bestow.]
4 Though fears be great, temptations strong, And you may oft have waited long, Perhaps he may design
This morn to give each soul to see,
And say with Paul, He died for me,
And my Redeemer's mine.
346 (6th P.) 148th. Greenwich New 62.
Grove 125.
Sabbath Morning.
1 WELCOME, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest,
I hail thy kind return;
Lord, make these moments blest;
From the low train of mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2. Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of
grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord,
Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,
Display the Saviour's love,
And bless the sacred hours;
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbath-days be spent in vain.
346 (7th P.) C. M. Suffolk 315. Wilkins 308. Lord's Day Morning, Ps. cxviii. 24.
1 ON this sweet morn my Lord arose
Triumphant o'er the grave;
He dies to vanquish all my foes,
And lives again to save.
2 I bless his name, and hail the morn,
It is my Lord's own day;
And faithful souls will surely scorn
To sleep the hours away.
3 These are the precious sacred hours
On which my Lord I've seen;
And oft, when feasting on his word,
Delighted I have been.
4 I come, I hear, and sing, and pray;
How sweet those days of love!
But what a Sabbath shall I keep ·
When I shall rest above!
5 O, if my soul, when death appears,
In this sweet frame is found,
I'll clasp my Saviour in my arms,
And leave this earthly ground.
6 On all thy flock thy Spirit pour,
All saving grace convey;
A sweet refreshing Lord's-day show'r
Will make them sing and pray.
346 (8th P.) Langdon 217. Angel's Hymn 60.
The Lord's Day Silver Trumpets.
The Silver Trumpets calling the Assemblies, Numb. x. 2. HE day of rest once more comes round, A day to all believers dear;
The silver trumpets seem to sound
That call the tribes of Isra'l near.
2 Obedient to thy summons, Lord,
We to thy sanctuary come;
Thy gracious presence here afford,
And send thy people joyful home.
30 hasten, Lord, the day of rest,
When we shall see Thee face to face:
Then shall we be supremely blest,
Eternal debtors to thy grace.
346 (9th P.) 8. 8. 6. Baltimore 167. Broadmead 150.
Zeal for the House of God, and delight in Worship,
Psalm cxxii.
1 THE joyful morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
2 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The heaven-protected tribes ascend;
Their offerings hither bring:
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymus of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.
3 Be peace implor'd by each on thee,
O Sion, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray :
How bless'd who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labours 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 Sion, fail
To bless thy lov❜d abode ?
How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls enclose
The mansions of my God?
347 7s. Alcester 213. Feversham 220.
A Song of Praise to the Redeemer, Psalm xl. 7, 8.
1 HOLY wonder, heavenly grace, Come, inspire our humble lays,
While the Saviour's love we sing,
Whence our hopes and comforts spring.
2 Man, involv'd in guilt and woe,
Touch'd his tender bosom so,
That when justice death demands,
Forth the great Deliverer stands ;.
3 Cries to God, Thy mercy shew ;
Lo! I come thy will to do;
I the sacrifice will be,
Death shall plunge his dart in me.
4 Tho' the form of God he bore,
Great in glory, great in power,
See him in our flesh array'd,
Lower than his angels made.
5 [He that heaven itself possess'd,
Now an infant at the breast!
Angels from the world above,
See and sing th' amazing love!
6 Thro' the shining hours of day,
Toil and danger mark his way;
Lonely mounts, and chilling air,
Witness oft his midnight prayer.]
7 Now the heavenly lover dies!
Darkness veils the mid-day skies!
Angels round the bloody tree
Throng and gaze in ecstasy!
8 [Powers unseen earth's bosom heave,
Rocks and tombs asunder cleave;
While the Temple's rending veil
Tells the priest the awful tale.]
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