2 I love thy Church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, 5 For her my tears shall fall; 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, 238 HEA 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. God her everlasting light. EAR what God the Lord hath spoken: Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Shall no more perplex your ways; God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, THE SABBATH. 239 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The day consecrated. REAT God, this hallow'd day of thine G Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in works divine These solemn and devoted hours: 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly! Doth every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our thoughts refine, And fix our hearts on things divine! 240 The day improved. C. M. THIS THIS day the Lord hath call'd his own; Fix our desires on him alone, 2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, 3 Now let the world's delusive things 4 0 let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, 241 L. M. The joys of the Sabbath. WEET is the work, my God, my King, work, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know And every power find sweet employ 242 WE Delight in ordinances. S. M. ELCOME, sweet day of rest, 3 One day in such a place, 4 My willing soul would stay And sit and sing herself away 243 In the Sanctuary. L. M. AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone, Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; 20 warm my heart with holy fire, THIS is the day the Lord hath made: earth, rejoice and sing; Let songs of triumph hail the morn; 2 The Stone the builders set at naught, The sure foundation, and the strength 3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, Now raised in glory, o'er his Church 4 This is the day the Lord hath made; With songs of triumph hail the morn; 245 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 Ss. Joyful homage. AWAKE, ye saints, awake! And hail this sacred day: Your joyful homage pay: Come bless the day that God hath blest, 2 On this auspicious morn 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 246 C. M. The type of everlasting rest. COME, let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord 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. |