54.

"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 I soar to reach Of mortal toys, Immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend And fill his throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face: Let sinners feel And learn to know Thy quickening word, And fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

Then shall my soul

New life obtain,

58.

Nor Sabbaths be

Enjoyed in vain.

"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:

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, Thro' endless years to live and reign.

114. "Praise the Lord from the earth."
1 ANGELS, assist to sing

The honors of your God;
Touch every tuneful string,

And sound his name abroad:
Come, pour the trembling notes along,
And swell the grand, immortal song.
2 And ye of meaner birth,

Your joyful voices raise;
All ye who dwell on earth,
Your great Creator praise;
Let loud hosannas joyful rise,

Roll round the earth and pierce the skies.

3 Let day and dusky night,

In solemn order, join

His praises to recite,

And speak his power divine:
Let every hill, and every vale,
Re-echo with the sacred tale.

4 Ye winds and raging seas,

With wild tempestuous roar
Resound, in mightier lays,

His name from shore to shore:
Ye thunders, spread his name abroad;
Ye lightnings, flash before your God.

5 Let every creature sing

The honors of our God; Touch every tuneful string, And spread his praise abroad: Come, pour your trembling notes along, And swell the universal song.

"Peace be within thee."-Psalın 122.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say:

"In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day."

2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains:
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

40. "Say unto God, How terrible art Thou
in Thy works."
3."-Psalm 66.

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.

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

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

3 "Through all the earth, the nations round Shall thee, their God, confess

And with glad hymns, their awful dread
Of thy great name express."

4 Oh, come, behold the works of God!
And then with me you 'll own
That he to all the sons of men
Hath wondrous judgments shown.

885.

"Am I a soldier of the Cross?"

1 AM I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb!
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign:
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

346. Hosanna to the name of Christ.
1 Now joyful strains we lift on high,
Amid the faithful throng

Of those who Jesus magnify
In sweet and holy song.

2 We render thanks, and bless the Lord,
Who died our souls to save;
Through whom to heavenly peace re-
stored,

We fear no more the grave.

3 With saints, who all triumphantly In paradisc record,

O'er sin and death, the victory,
We strike the silver chord.

4 With angel-hosts that dwell above,
And weave their golden lays
Around the throne of truth and love,
We glad hosannas raise.

5 We celebrate the glorious name
Of earth's Redeemer King;

Our tongues aloud his power proclaim,
In heart his grace we sing.

378. Christ's Entrance upon His Kingdom.

1 Он, for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honor sing:
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound:
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 Oh, for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

DOXOLOGY.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God, whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore!

81.

"Within the vail."

1 To thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the vail I meet
Thee before the mercy seat.

2 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue;
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love! to mine attend:
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

5 From thine house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God to-day."

4 He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower;
Set the lowliest high in power.

5 He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourner's tears,
Such the wonders of his ways:
Praise his name, for ever praise.

227. A Song of Joy in God's Providence.

1 THOU, who dwell'st enthroned above;
Thou, in whom we live and move;
Thou, who art most great, most high-
God from all eternity!

2 Oh, how sweet, how excellent
When all tongues and hearts consent,
Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs!

3 When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of evening rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord!

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field?
Harvest rich doth autumn yield?
Giver of all good below,

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.

Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:
Giver of these blessings, we
Pour the grateful song to thee.