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.
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:
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!
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!"
10 Thy temple I repair,
Lord, I love to worship there, When within the veil I meet Christ before the mercy-seat.
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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