36 “Make a joyful noise unto Ilim with psalms." S. M. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know Psalm 95. 1 COME, sound his praise abroad, Jehovah is the sovereign God, 2 IIe formed the deeps unknown; The watery worlds are all his own, 3 Come, worship at his throne, We are his work and not our own; 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; How mean their natures seem,- 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, He fixed the seas what bounds to keep, 5 Come, and with humble souls adore; 6 Now is the time; he bends his ear, Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, High o'er the heavens above 2 Now let the trumpet raise Wide as his fame: 1 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy, 2 And let them say, "How dreadful, Lord, To thy great power thy stubborn focs 1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 4 But to thy house will I resort, 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet 44 "Early will I seek Thee." 1 EARLY, my God! without delay, 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Long for a cooling stream at hand, 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, C. M. L. X 1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, And I am thine, by sacred ties- Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, Pant for the cooling water brook. Among thy saints, and seek thy face; And felt the power of sovereign grace. While I have breath to pray or praise; 1 O CHRIST! with each returning morn Thine image to our heart be borne; Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee! 2 All hallowed be our walk this day; May meekness form our early ray, And faithful love our noontide light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 3 May grace each idle thought control, And sanctify our wayward soul; May guile depart, and malice cease, And all within be joy and peace. 4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless; Make plain the way of holiness : From sudden falls our feet defend, And cheer at last our journey's end. The Morning and Evening Light. L. M. 61. 1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of Righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine! Oh! chase the clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 And when to heaven's all glorious King And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And, as each morning sun shall rise, 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, 1 IN sleep's screne oblivion laid, My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress; 5 That deeper shade shall break away, 2 Awake, my lute, nor thou, my harp, While I, with early hymns of joy, 3 To all the listening tribes, O Lord, And to those nations sing thy praise 4 Because thy mercy's boundless height And let the world, with one consent, Welcome to this reviving breast, 2 The King himself comes near, Here may we sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. II. M. While saints address thy face: 1 SAFELY through another week Waiting in his courts to-day: 2 While we pray for pard'ning grace, Take away our sin and shame: 3 Here we come, thy name to praise; 1 May the Gospel's joyful sound 1 THE festal morn, my God, is come, My feet the summons shall attend, 2 With holy joy I hail the day And leads me to his rest! 3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, When, like his own, he bade our labors And all be piety, and all be peace. 2 Let us devote this consecrated day To learn his will, and all we learn obey; So shall he hear, when fervently we raise Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. 3 Father in heaven! in whom our hopes Whose power defends us, and whose pre- In life our Guardian, and in death our Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. Come, bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's eternal rest. He burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes; 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosannas rings, Beheld our rising God; That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode. |