2 We hail Thy day of rest, O Lord!
And seek Thy house of prayer,
To meet Thy saints, to hear Thy word,
And all Thy works declare.
3 Though sensual hearts,unchanged by grace,
Such heavenly joys despise,
Teach us to love Thy dwelling-place,
Thy day of rest to prize :
4 Till, fixed within Thy courts above,
Far nobler songs we raise;
Where every heart is filled with love,
And every mouth with praise.
"Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion.” Psa. lxv.
1 PRAISE for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple-gates;
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find, through Christ, salvation there.
2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail :
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail.
O Thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner's Friend.
3 How blest Thy saints! how safely led!
How surely kept, how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee!
4 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills;
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills:
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.
5 The year is with Thy goodness crowned;
Thy clouds drop wealth the world around:
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles, and owns her King.
6 Lord, on our souls Thy influence pour;
The moral waste within restore.
Oh let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.
1 PRAISE on Thee, in Zion-gates,
Daily, O Jehovah! waits.
Unto Thee, who hearest prayer,
Shall the tribes of men repair.
2 Though with conscious guilt oppressed,
On Thy mercy still we rest:
Thy forgiving love display:
Take, O Lord, our sins away.
3 Oh, how blessed their reward,
Chosen servants of the Lord,
Who within Thy courts abide,
With Thy goodness satisfied!
4 But how dire Thy judgments fell,
Saviour of Thine Israel,
When Thy people's cry arose,
On their proud and impious foes!
5 By Thy boundless might set fast,
Rise the mountains firm and vast:
Thou canst with a word assuage
Ocean's wild and deafening rage.
6 When Thy signs in heaven appear,
Earth's remotest regions fear;
And the bounties of Thy hand
Fill with gladness every land.
"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.”
Psalm c. 7's.
1 OH, be joyful in the Lord,
Every land beneath the sun :
In His praise, with glad accord,
Let all tongues and hearts be one :
For our God is God alone;
Whose we are, and not our own.
We His people are, the sheep
He vouchsafes to rule and keep.
2 Come and join the joyous throng
Who Jehovah's praise proclaim :
In His courts, with grateful song,
Speak the honours of His name.
Rich His bounty to our race;
Inexhaustible His grace;
Ready to forgive and bless;
Ever sure His faithfulness.
"Mine house shall be called an house of prayer for all
people." Isa. lvi. 7. P. M.
1 GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find
Within Thy courts a place.
How kind the care
Our God displays,
For us to raise
A house of prayer!
2 Though once estranged far,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause His own:
Strangers no more,
To Thee we come,
And find our home,
And rest secure.
3 To Thee our souls we join,
And love Thy sacred name:
No more our own, but Thine,
We triumph in Thy claim:
Our Father-king!
Thy covenant-grace
Our souls embrace,
Thy titles sing.
4 May all the nations throng
To worship in Thy house;
And Thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows;
Indulgent still,
Till earth conspire
To join the choir
On Zion's hill.
"The first day of the week." Mark xvi. 9. L. M.
1 HAIL! morning known among the blest,
Morning of hope, and joy, and love;
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest;
Pledge of the endless rest above!
2 Bless'd be the Father of our Lord, [Son.
Who from the dead hath brought His
Hope to the lost was then restored,
And everlasting glory won.
3 Scarce morning twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,
When Christ arose, unsetting Sun!
The dawn of joy's eternal day.
4 Mercy looked down with smiling eye, When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And Hope with gladness raised her head. 5 God's goodness let us bear in mind,
Who to His saints this day hath given,
For rest and serious joy designed,
To fit the soul for death and heaven.
6 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord!
Thy fire to every bosom bring:
Then shall our ardent hearts accord,
And teach our lips God's praise to sing.
"This is the day which the Lord hath made."
Psalm cxviii. 24. C. M.
1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest;
Who, joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.
2 Thus, Lord, while we remember Thee,
We blest and happy grow:
By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.
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