1 LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Enter every trembling heart! 2 Breathe, O breathe Thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast! Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest. 32. Belmont. 198, 253. 31. 3 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Graciously return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave! Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray and praise Thee without ceas Glory in Thy precious love. [ing 4 Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Till in heaven we take our place, C. Wesley. 1746. a. C. M. 1 2 3 Licht, erleuchte mich. 36. Licht von LIGHT of light, enlighten me, Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the shadows flee, Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning. With Thy joyous sunshine blest, Happy is my day of rest! Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me; Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me. Bless Thy Word, that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from mine eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow 4 5 6 Let me with my heart to-day, Holy, holy, holy, singing, Rapt awhile from earth away, All my soul to Thee up-springing, Have a foretaste inly given, How they worship Thee in heaven. Rest in me and I in Thee, Build a paradise within me; O reveal Thyself to me, Blessed Love, who diedst to win me: Fed from Thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy: Come, thou glorious Majesty, Deign to fill this temple lowly: Naught to-day my soul shall move, Simply resting in Thy love. Benjamin Schmolk. 1715. Via Winkworth, Tr. 1888 1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way: Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in His courts to-day; 2 Mercies multiplied each hour [mand; 3 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame: 38. St. Gregory. 47, 437. 37. From our worldly cares set free, 4 Here we're come, Thy Name to praise; 5 May the Gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Bring relief for all complaints. John Newton. 1779. a L. M. Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he who feels it knows. Improve the day thy God hath blest. 4 With joy God's wondrous works we 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose Love view In various scenes both old and new; With praise we think on mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste. In holy pleasures pass away. How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, C. M. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; 2 To-day He rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; 4 Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Blest be the Lord, who comes to men Who comes in God His Father's name, To-day the saints His triumph spread, 5 Hosanna in the highest strains And all His wonders tell. 8 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son; The Church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise. Walls 1719 |