3 How happy if their lot is cast Where statedly the Gospel sounds! The Word is honey to their taste, [wounds! 4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, To GOD's own house for heav'nly bread! 5 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their SAVIOUR oft have met; 6 This favour'd lot, through grace, is ours; Hymn. Solemnity.-House of God. 1 BENEATH this consecrated roof again, 2 At rest from labour, and releas'd from care, 3 When on the week, with sins unnumber'd fraught, CHILDREN. 4 Though weak an infant's humble voice ascend, To hear an infant's voice, O FATHER, bend: None round Thy throne in hymns shall take their part, But such as bear an infant's spotless heart. CHORUS. 5 Come, HOLY GHOST! Come, Comforter divine! 1 2 3 Hymn. The Sabbath. WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the LORD arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! Hallelujah. The King Himself comes near, And feasts His saints to-day: Here we may sit, and see Him here, One day amidst the place Where my dear GOD hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4. My willing soul would stay And sit, and sing herself away Hymn. Present and eternal Sabbath. 1 LORD of the sabbath, hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from Thy servants rise. Thine earthly sabbaths, LORD, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire With ardent hope and fixt desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor sorrow reach the place: No groans to mingle with the songs Resounding 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; Hymn. Present and eternal Sabbath. 1 THE LORD of sabbath let us praise, Thus, LORD, while we remember Thee, By hymns of praise we learn to be 2 On this glad day a brighter scene By GOD, th' eternal WORD, than when He rises, who mankind has bought 'Twas great to speak a world from nought; 'Twas greater to redeem. Hymn. Abstraction from the World.-For Worship. 1 I FAIN would love the day of rest, Would still esteem this day the best; But oft, alas, I've need to say, "How barren is my soul to-day!" 2 True, I frequent the house of pray'r; go, and sit with others there: I I hear, and sing, and seem to pray, 3 I fain would see the SAVIOUR near, 4 Redeem'd from earth by JESU's blood, 5 Of sinners, LORD, I am the chief; 1 Hymn. Solemnity of the House of God. LO! GOD is here; let us adore, And silent bow before His face! 2 Lo! GOD is here! Him day and night Heav'n's host their noblest praises bring: 3 Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone: To Thee our will, soul, flesh we give; O take! O seal them for Thy own! Thou art the GOD; Thou art the LORD: Be Thou by all Thy works ador'd! 4 Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; |