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ORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows,
On this Thy day, in this Thy house;
And own as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from Thy temple rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
3 No weariness, nor pain, nor care,
Nor sin, nor death, shall enter there;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long-expected day begin,

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath blest,
The day to us in mercy given,

The holy Sabbath of His rest,

The pledge and type of rest in heaven.
2 This day within Thy courts, O Lord,
Thy people love to seek Thy face,
To sing Thy praises, hear Thy word,
Unfold their wants, implore Thy grace.

3 May we the blest assembly join,
To God devote the sacred day,
Our earthly cares and thoughts resign,
Look up to heaven, and learn the way.

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4 May we by every

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Sabbath grow

In grace, humility, and love;
Thus by Thy holy rest below,
Made fitter for Thy rest above.

A "And hail the sacred day:
WAKE, ye saints, awake!

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

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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 bands of death,
And vanquished all our foes;
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

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Heaven with hosannas rings;

And earth in humbler strains

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Thy praise responsive sings;

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!"

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10 Thy temple I repair,

Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.

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2 While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord my righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads,
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to Thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till Thy gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

5 From Thine house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God to day."

1 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet,

There they behold Thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For Thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind:

Such ever bring Thee where they come,
And going take Thee to their home.

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care,
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.

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4 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near:
Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear:
O rend the heavens, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts Thine own.

1 WIND Shepherd of Thy people, hear,
Thy presence now display;
As Thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.

2 Show us some token of Thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour Thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy peace
And love and concord dwell;

Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 The hearing ear, the watchful eye,
The contrite heart bestow;

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And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.

COME to Thy temple, Lord,

Thy waiting Church to bless;
Let here Thy glory be adored,
Give here Thy word success.

2 Our inmost hearts refine,

And for Thyself prepare;

Cast out all thoughts but thoughts divine,
And reign triumphant there.

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3 Thy servants, Lord, we are,
Baptized into Thy Name:
All hurtful things put from us far,
All works of sin and shame.

4 Come to Thy temple, Lord,
Thine own assembly bless,
That all may offer with accord
Offerings of righteousness.

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COME ye, who love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

S. M.

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