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Psalm 95.

1 COME, sound his praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing:

Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 IIe formed the deeps unknown;

He gave the seas their bound;

The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord:

We are his work and not our own;
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

How mean their natures seem,-
Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compared with him.

4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;

He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

5 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face :
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of hus grace!

6 Now is the time; he bends his ear,
And waits for your request:

Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest.

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“Let every thing praise the Lord.”

Psalm 150.

1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's name,

Praise through his courts proclaim;

Rise and adore:

High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
Vast as his power.

2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise,

Wide as his fame:
There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.

3 While his high praise ye sing,

Strike every sounding string;

Sweet the accord!

He vital breath bestows;

Let every breath that flows

His noblest fame disclose:

Praise ye the Lord.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight,

And psalms of honor sing:

The Lord's a God of boundless might,

The whole creation's King.

"How terrible art thou in thy works!"

Psalm 66.

6s & 4s.

1 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy,
To God their voices raise;

Sing psalms in honor of his name,

And spread his glorious praise.

C. M.

2 And let them say, "How dreadful, Lord,
In all thy works art thou!

To thy great power thy stubborn focs
Shall all be forced to bow.

1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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"Early will I seek Thee."
Psalm 63.

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 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine:
My God! repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

5 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.

C. M.

L. X

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name

Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;

And I am thine, by sacred ties-

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.

With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look;
As travelers, in thirsty lands,

Pant for the cooling water brook.
With early feet I love t' appear

Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the power of sovereign grace.
5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And cheer the remnant of my days.

1 O CHRIST! with each returning morn

Thine image to our heart be borne;

And may we ever clearly see

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.

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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
My morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;

Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.

3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;

And, as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!
4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face, and sing thy praise.

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The Morning Sacrifice.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,

Who all night long unwearied sing

High praises to th'eternal King.

L. M.

1 IN sleep's screne oblivion laid,
I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
And drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour,
Once more with awe rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to thee.
3 Oh, guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,

A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.

5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

2 Awake, my lute, nor thou, my harp,
Thy warbling notes delay;

While I, with early hymns of joy,

Prevent the dawning day.

3 To all the listening tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;

And to those nations sing thy praise
That round about us dwell;

4 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heaven transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.

5 Be thou, O God, exalted high

Above the starry frame;

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And let the world, with one consent,

Confess thy glorious name.

"Welcome, sweet day of rest.”

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 may we sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where my dear Lord hath been,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,

And sit and sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

Welcome, delightful morn."

1 WELCOME, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest!

I hail thy kind return;

Lord, make these moments blest:

From the low train of mortal toys,

I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend

And fill his throne of grace;

Thy scepter, Lord, extend,

S. M.

II. M.

While saints address thy face:
Lot sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

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 pray for pard'ning 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 glories meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

1 May the Gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we rest in thee above.

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7s.

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

2 With holy joy I hail the day
That warns my thirsting soul away
To dwell among the blest!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring:

When, like his own, he bade our labors

cease,

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

confide,

Whose power defends us, and whose pre-

cepts guide;

In life our Guardian, and in death our

Friend;

Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.

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“The day that God hath blessed.”

1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake!

And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

II. M.

Come, bless the day that God hath blest,

The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;

He burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit 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, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!

Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his dark abode.