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 Invitation to the House of God. 1 COME to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted, come; E. TAYLOR. The God of peace shall meet thee there; 2 Come to the house of praise, In sweet accord your voices raise, 3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love; Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, 4 Ye young, before his throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; 5 Thou, whose benignant eye. Who seest the tear of misery, 6 Up to thy dwelling-place Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, 9. C. M. Habitual Devotion. H. M. WILLIAMS. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 10. L. M. The Lord's Day. E. TAYLOR. 1 O FATHER, though the anxious fear But each unholy thought departs, Man's noblest work is praising thee; 11. C. M. The Sabbath of the Soul. BARBAULD. 1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Ye shall not dim the light that streams 2 To-morrow will be time enough 3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts; 12. And, purged from sin, may I behold S. M. Sabbath Worship. 1 HAIL to the Sabbath day! The day divinely given, BULFINCH. When men to God their homage pay, 2 Lord, in this sacred hour Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, 3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is the day thine own 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 5 Lord, may that holier day 13. Dawn on thy servants' sight; H. M. The Resurrection celebrated. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake, Come bless the day COTTERILL. The type of heaven's 2 On this auspicious morn And now he pleads Our cause above, And reaps the fruit 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Thy praise responsive sings; Worthy the Lamb, Through endless years That once was slain, To live and reign. 14. L. M. The Sacrifice of the Heart. BARBAULD. 1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors, shall he pay? 3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare ; From earth and sin's allurements free, 15. 7s. M. 6 L. The Sabbath in the Sanctuary. 1 SAFELY through another week Waiting in his courts to-day,- NEWTON. 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Take away our sin and shame; 3 Here we come thy name to praise ; |