2 I love thy Church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.
5 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.
9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87.
God her everlasting light.
EAR what God the Lord hath spoken: O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Scenes of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise. 2 Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs forever ending, Find eternal noon in me: God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory- God your everlasting light.
REAT God, this hallow'd day of thine ☑ Demands our souls' collected powers;
May we employ in works divine
These solemn and devoted hours:
O may our souls, adoring, own The grace which calls us to thy throne.
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly! Where God resides appear no more! Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye
Doth every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our thoughts refine, And fix our hearts on things divine!
HIS day the Lord hath call'd his own; Let us his praise declare,
Fix our desires on him alone,
And seek his face with prayer.
2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, Which sets the sinner free, And, with united heart and voice, Devote these hours to thee.
3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our thoughts employ, But faith be taught to stretch her wings, Tow'rd heaven's unfailing joy.
4 O let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, Be to our welfare blest; The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for our rest.
the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth by night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part: And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wish'd below; And every powerfind sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
ELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise : Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 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 in such a place,
Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone, Let my religious hours alone: Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 O warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire : Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare! How sweet thine entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thy glorious Name shall be adored, And every tongue confess thee Lord.
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made:
O earth, rejoice and sing; Let songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King!
2 The Stone the builders set at naught, That Stone has now become
The sure foundation, and the strength Of Zion's heavenly dome.
3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, And number'd with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his Church Eternally to reign.
4 This is the day the Lord hath made; O earth, rejoice and sing: With songs of triumph hail the morn; Hosanna to our King!
AWAKE, ye saints, awake!
And hail this sacred day:
In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay: Come bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose; He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings: Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign.
The type of everlasting rest.
OME, let us join with In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our rising Lord Hath made and call'd his own.
2 This is the day which God hath blest, The brightest of the seven, Type of that everlasting rest
The saints enjoy in heaven.
3 Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten to that day
When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away.
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