3 God is our strength and song, And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers.
1 WITH joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before thy throne we bow, O thou almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing.
3 While in thy house we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear.
1 LORD, in this sacred hour
Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend.
2 But thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God.
3 Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of thine eternity.
4 Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.
1 COME, we who love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow, 4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
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.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, every heart and eve To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power; Sing, how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore.
3 Ye pilgrims! on the road To Zion's city, sing! Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,- In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,- "Ye blesséd children! come;" Soon will he call us hence away, And take his wanderers home.
5 There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.
1 SWEET is the work, O Lord,
Thy glorious name to sing; To praise and pray-to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.
2 Sweet at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell.
3 Sweet on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice.
4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.
1 BEHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And light and life convey.
2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! Oh, may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven.
1 THY name, Almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands: Great is thy grace, and sure thy word Thy truth forever stands.
2 Far be thine honor spread,
And long thy praise endure, Till morning light, and evening shade, Shall be exchanged no more.
1 How charming is the place Where my Redeemer, God, Unvails the beauty of his face, And sheds his love abroad!
2 Not the fair palaces,
To which the great resort, Are once to be compared with this, Where Jesus holds his court.
3 Here on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit And smile on all around.
4 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God.
2 Now may the King descend
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel
Thy quickening word,
And learn to know
And fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers ;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless the sacred hours :
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