3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,

Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,

And wipe away the mourner's tear.
4 Blest hour ! for where the Lord resorts

Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts

The house of God, the gate of heaven. 8.

S. M.

E. TAYLOR Invitation to the House of God. 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,

In kindred homage 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,

Come, bow ; your voices raise ;
Let not your hearts his praise disown

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

In mercy looks on all,
Who seest the tear of misery,

And hear’st the mourner's call, 6 Up to thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,

And heaven on earth be won.

C. M. H. M. Williams.

Habitual Devotion.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;

To thee my thoughts would soar ;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ;

That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see !
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,

My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storin shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ;

That heart shall rest on thee.
10.
L. M.

E. TAYLOR. The Lord's Day. 1 O FATHER, though the anxious fear

May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here ;

All shall be thine at least to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts

To worship at thy sacred shrine ;

But each unholy thought departs,

And leaves the temple wholly thine. 3 O Father, God below, above !

Man's noblest work is praising thee ;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,

And tune them all to harmony.
11.
C. M.

BARBAULD
The Sabbath of the Soul.
1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,

Of earth and folly born ;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams

From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,

The Sabbath of my soul.
3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts ;

Let fires of vengeance die ;
And, purged from sin, may I behold

A God of purity! 12.

S. M.

Sabbath Worship.
1 HAIL to the Sabbath day !

The day divinely given,
When men to God their homage pay,

And earth draws near to heaven.
2 Lord, in this sacred hour

Within thy courts we bend,
And bless thy love, and own thy power,

Our Father and our Friend.
3 But thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod ;

BULFINCH.

Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God.
4 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march

Of grand eternity.
5 Lord, may that holier day

Dawn on thy servants sight;
And purer worship may we pay

In heaven's unclouded light. 13.

H. M.

COTTERILL.
The Resurrection celebrated.
1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake,

And hail the sacred day ;
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay ;
Come bless the day | The type of heaven's
That God hath blest, Eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose,
And burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes ;
And now he pleads And reaps the fruit
Our cause above, Of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Heaven with hosannas rings ;
And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings ;
Worthy the Lamb, | Through endless years

That once was slain, To live and reign. 14. L. M.

BARBAULD. The Sacrifice of the Heart. 1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his Maker, God,

What rites, what honors, shall he pay ?

How spread his sovereign name 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. 4 O, grant us, in this solemn hour,

From earth and sin's allurements free,
To feel thy love, to own thy power,

And raise each raptured thought to thee! 15. 75. M. 6 L.

NEWTON.
The Sabbath in the Sanctuary.
1 SAFELY through another week

God has brought us on our way ;
Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day, —
Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciling face,

Take away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest, this day, in thee.
3 Here we come thy name to praise ;

Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear ;
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.