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3 How happy if their lot is cast
Where statedly the Gospel sounds!
Renews their strength, and heals their
4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come
To God's own house for heav'nly bread! 5 With joy they hasten to the place
Where they their SAVIOUR oft have met; And while they feast upon His grace,
Their burdens and their griefs forget.
May we the privilege improve,
Sweet earnests of the joys above
Solemnity.--House of God.
1 BENEATH this consecrated roof again,
3 When on the week, with sins unnumber'd fraught, We back, repentant, turn our troubled thought; Cheer us, O SPIRIT, as yon orb of light Rosegladsome on the world, and cheer'd the night.
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! Descend and sanctify this solemn shrine; Raise the weakframe, the languid thought inspire, And touch our grateful lips with heav'nly fire.
The Sabbath. 1
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the LORD arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes! Hallelujah. 2 The King Himself comes near,
And feasts His saints to-day : Here we may sit, and see Him here,
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 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
În such a frame as this, And sit, and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
Present and eternal Sabbath. 1 LORD of the sabbath, hear our vows,
On this Thy day, in this Thy house ;
The songs which from Thy servants rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, LORD, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
With ardent hope and fixt desire.
Nor sin nor sorrow reach the place:
Resounding from immortal tongues; 4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
road, And sleep in death to rest with God.
Present and eternal Sabbath. 1 THE LORD of sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest;
Employ an endless rest.
We blest and pious grow;
2 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,
This universe was made:
With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak a world from nought;
'Twas greater to redeem.
Would still esteem this day the best;
“ How barren is my soul to-day!”
and sit with others there: I hear, and sing, and seem to pray,
But oft my mind is call'd astray. 3 I fain would see the SAVJOUR near,
Of Him would think, and speak, and hear: But vain and sinful thoughts intrude,
And draw my soul from what is good. 4 Redeem'd from earth by Jesu's blood,
I fain would give the day to GOD;
And worship in Thy holy fear.
O bring Thy helpless worm relief!
Solemnity of the House of God.
1 Lo! God is here ; let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place!
And silent bow before His face!
2 Lo! God is here! Him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
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; Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sov'reign will; To Thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice!