3 See, the streams of living waters, 4 Who can faint while such a river 5 Round each habitation hovering, 6 Saviour, if of Zion's city I, through grace, a member am, 7 Fading is the worldling's pleasure, "Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God." 1 LORIOUS things of thee are spoken, U Zion, city of our God; He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode. 2 On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? "The laying on of the hands of the presbytery." ORD, pour Thy Spirit from on high, And Thine ordainèd servants bless; Graces and gifts to each supply, And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. 2 Within Thy temple, when they stand To teach the truth, as taught by Thee, Saviour, like stars in Thy right hand Let all Thy Church's pastors be. 3 Wisdom, and zeal, and love impart, 4 To love, and pray, and never faint, To feed Thy lambs, and tend Thy sheep. 5 So when their work is finished here, They may in hope their charge resign! 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 5 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near; Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; O rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own! 194. L.M. Tune-Kent, 22. "There remaineth a rest to the people of God." 1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this Thy house, on this Thy day; And own as grateful sacrifice The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our labouring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day, begin! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! 195. 4 DISMISSIONS. 6 line 7s. I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day." 1 HAIL, thou bright and sacred morn, Risen with gladness in thy beams! Light, which not of earth is born, From thy dawn in glory streams: Airs of heaven are breathed around, And each place is holy ground. 2 Great Creator! who this day From Thy perfect work didst rest; Cares of earth aside be thrown, This day given to heaven alone! 3 Saviour, who this day didst break The dark prison of the tomb, Bid my slumbering soul awake, Shine through all its sin and gloom; Let me, from my bonds set free, Rise from sin, and live to Thee. 4 Blessed Spirit, Comforter, 1SAVIOUR, bless us ere we go; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our light! 2 The day is gone, its hours have run, Through life's long day and death's dark O gentle Jesus, be our light! 3 Grant us, O Lord, from evil ways And bless us, more than in past days, Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light! 4 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled; And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Let not our works with self be soiled, Nor in unsimple ways ensnared. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light! |