4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. L. M.
1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God; 't is he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give; We are his work, and not our own, The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And all the race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure. S. M.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amid the place
Where Christ, my Lord, has been Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise and soar away To everlasting bliss.
Delight in the House of God.
1 HOW pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest; The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people; we his care; Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
The Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
2 O, what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom!
O, what a sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn ;
Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Prayer for a Blessing on Public Worship. 1 TO thy temple we repair;
Lord, we love to worship there; While to thee our prayers ascend Let thine ear in love attend ; 2 While thy glorious name is sung, Tune our lips, inspire our tongue; Then our joyful souls shall bless Christ, the Lord our Righteousness. 3 While thy word is heard with awe, While we tremble at thy law, Let thy gospel's wondrous love Every doubt and fear remove. 4 From thy house when we return, Let our hearts within us burn; Then, at evening, we may say, "We have walked with God to-day."
1 O, COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. 3 0, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall!
1 LO, God is here! Let us adore, And humbly bow before his face; Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace. 2 Lo, God is here! Him, day and night, Únited choirs of angels sing; To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.
3 Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill! Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will!
Longing for the House of God.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand; And they must drink, or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last, expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
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