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2 Hence ye vain cares and trifles, fly!

Where God resides, disturb no more;
All-seeing God, thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore :
O may thy grace our bosoms move,
And fix our thoughts on things above.

3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear and warm the heart;

Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls, adoring, own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.


Praise for the Sabbath. (4. 6 & 2. 8.)
AWAKE, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sacred day :
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:
Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.


On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,

And vanquish'd all our foes :
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.

All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosannas rings;
And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings :
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

6. For the Morning of the Sabbath. (4. 10.) 1 AGAiN the day returns of holy rest, Which, when He made the world, Jehovah

blest, When, like His own, He bade our labours

cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. 2 Let us devote this consecrated day,

To learn His will, and all we learn obey; In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,

And join in penitence, and join in prayer. 3 So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive

That only tribute man has power to give, So shall He hear, while fervently we raise

Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. 4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes

confide, Whose power defends us, and whose pre

cepts guide, In life our guardian, and in death our friend, Glory supreme be thine till time shall end. 7. For the Morning of the Sabbath. (4. 8 & 2. 6.)

1 The festal morn, O God! is come,
That calls us to thy hallow'd dome,

Thy presence to adore :
With joy the summons we attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,

And tread the sacred floor. 2 E'en now to our enraptur'd eyes The heaven-built towers of Salem rise !

E’en now, with glad survey,
We view her mansions, that contain
Angelic forms, a glorious train,

And shine with cloudless day.
3 Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Let the redeem'd of God ascend,

Their tribute thither bring :
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,

And hail the Immortal King.

8. Praise for the Sabbath. Ps. 118. c. M. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made;

He calls the hours His own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day He rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell ;
To-day the saints His triumph spread,

And all His wonders tell. 3 Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men,

The messenger of grace, Descending in His Father's name,

To save our guilty race.
4 Hosanna ! in the loftiest strains

The church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens, in which He reigns,

Shall yield Him nobler praise.


Seeking God in the sanctuary.

c. M.

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 Oft to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court,

And worship in thy fear. 3 From vanity O turn mine eyes ;

Let no corrupt design, Nor any selfish wish arise

Within this soul of mine.

4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of truth and grace; Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.. 5 All they, who love and fear thy name,

Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; . The mighty God shall compass them

With favour as a shield.

10. The Light of the Gospel. Ps. 19. S. M. 1 BEHOLD, the morning sun

Begins his glorious way:
His beams through all the nations run,

And life and light convey.
2 But where the Gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

And gives the blind their sight.


My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given !
O may I never read in vain,

But find the path to heaven.

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I hear thy word with love,

And I would fain obey :
Send thy good Spirit from above

To guide me, lest I stray.

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