The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, almighty Lord!
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.
5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannas ring!
WEET is the work, O God, our King! To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing! To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truths at night.
2 Sweet is this day of sacred rest!
How sweet when grace inspires the breast
When all our hearts in tune are found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 Our hearts shall triumph in thee, Lord,
And bless thy works, and bless thy word!
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy councils, how divine !
4 Thy thoughts of love, how deep and high! Cheerful we'll live, and joyful die ;
Since by that love to us is given
The hope, the pledge, the bliss of heaven.
2 Let our souls be all directed
Heav'nward, thro' this hallow'd day;
Wordly themes be all rejected,
Themes that draw the soul away;
'Tis the day of sacred rest,
'Tis the day the Lord hath blest.
3 O what glorious themes unite us,
When we look on mercy's plan;
These are themes may well delight us,
Themes of joy to guilty man;
Full of sweetness, full of grace,
Suited to our sinful case.
4 Ne'er shall we grow weary, thinking
Of our Jesus' grace and love;
From these springs our spirits drinking,
Get a taste of joys above:
Good it is the Lord to know!
'Tis our heav'n begun below!
BLESS'D morning, whose young dawning
Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave death's dark abode !
2 In the cold prison of the tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th'appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God, in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, almighty Lord!
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.
: 5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannas ring!
WEET is the work, O God, our King!
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing!
To shew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truths at night.
| 2 Sweet is this day of sacred rest!
How sweet when grace inspires the breast;
When all our hearts in tune are found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 Our hearts shall triumph in thee, Lord,
And bless thy works, and bless thy word!
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy councils, how divine!
4 Thy thoughts of love, how deep and high ! Cheerful we'll live, and joyful die; Since by that love to us is given
The hope, the pledge, the bliss of heaven.
5 Yes, we shall share a glorious part,
For thou inhabitest each heart;
And by thy Spirit's cleansing grace,
Our souls delight in holiness.
6 Then sin, so harassing before,
Shall vex our new-born souls no more;
Our inbred foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break our peace again.
7 Then shall we see, and hear, and know,
All we believed and hoped below;
And all our powers find sweet employ,
In thine eternal world of joy.
HOU who art enthroned above!
Thou by whom we live and move!
O how sweet with joyful tongue,
To resound thy praise
2 When the morning paints the skies;
When the sparkling stars arise,
All thy favours to rehearse,
And give thanks in grateful verse.
3 Sweet thy day of sacred rest,
While thy Spirit fills each breast
When we dwell upon thy love,
Faith can soar to realms above.
4 Notes, thro' Christ the Lamb, we raise,
Fill thy courts with joyful praise,
And in fervent hymns proclaim
Our Jehovah's saving name.
5 From thy work our joys arise,
O Immanuel! great and wise!
Who thy glories can declare?
How profound thy wonders are!
6 Let thy Spirit's sacred fire,
Grateful fervours still inspire ;
All our powers, with all their might,
Ever in thy praise unite!
GREAT God! this sacred day of thine,
Demands our souls' collected powers;
May we employ in things divine,
These solemn, these devoted hours;
And may our souls, adoring, own
The grace that points us to thy throne.
2 Thy word of grace dispensed to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
May every soul, without delay,
Become a humble welcome guest!
O bid the waiting sons of need,
On soul-reviving dainties feed!
3 Thy Spirit's gracious aid impart ;
Invest thy word with life divine 3
Renew and warm our every heart,
Then shall the day indeed be thine ;
While all our souls, adoring, own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
4 Come, Lord! and with thy fulness rest
In us, and let us rest in thee,-
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