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: 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, 1 5. Praise for the Sabbath. (4. 6 & 2. 8.) AWAKE, ye saints, awake, Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd, The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose; He burst the bars of death, And now He pleads our cause above, 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 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, 4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose pre- In life our guardian, and in death our friend, 7. For the Morning of the Sabbath. (4. 8 & 2. 6.) 1 THE festal morn, O God! is come, With joy the summons we attend, 2 E'en now to our enraptur'd eyes 3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, 8. Praise for the Sabbath. Ps. 118. C. M. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 2 To-day He rose, and left the dead, To-day the saints His triumph spread, 3 Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men, 4 Hosanna! in the loftiest strains 9. Seeking God in the sanctuary. C. M. 1 LORD! in the morning Thou shalt hear 2 Oft to thy house will I resort, 3 From vanity O turn mine eyes; Nor any selfish wish arise 4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 5 All they, who love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God shall compass them 10. The Light of the Gospel. Ps. 19. S. M. 1 BEHOLD, the morning sun 2 Begins his glorious way: His beams through all the nations run, But where the Gospel comes, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 3 My gracious God, how plain 4 may I hear thy word with love, Send thy good Spirit from above |