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Eternal, triune Lord !

Let all thy hosts above,
And all that dwell on earth, record

The wonders of thy love.



WE give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above ;
He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood

From everlasting woe :
And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

To God the Spirit's Name

Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power.

Makes the dead sinner live :
He fills the soul with joy divine,
His work completes the great design.

Almighty God! to Thee

Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,

The great mysterious One!
Where reason fails with all her powers,
There faith prevails, and love adores.

HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty !

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the

glassy sea : Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,

Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not

see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,

Perfect in power, in love, and purity!

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy Name, in earth, and

sky, and sea :
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Lord's Day.



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.

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.
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.
May we by every Sabbath grow

In grace, humility, and love;
Thus by thy holy rest below,

Made fitter for thy rest above.

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LORD of the Sabbath, Thee we praise,

In concert with the blest,
Who joyful in harmonious lays

Employ an endless rest.
On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was displayed
Than when, by God th' eternal Word,

The universe was made.
He rises, whọ mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme;
'Twas great to speak a world from nought,

'Twas greater to redeem.
Thus, Lord, while we remember Thee,

More thankful may we grow;
And learn in hymns of praise to be
Triumphant here below.

BLEST day of God, most calm, most bright,

The first and best of days ;
The labourer's rest, the saint's delight,

Sweet hour of joy and praise.

Daily, O Lord, thy flocks are blest

In pastures large and fair ;
But better is the weekly feast,

Provided by thy care.

Welcome, kind Shepherd, to thy sheep

Are these foretastes of love;
But what a Sabbath shall they keep

When safe with Thee above !

How wise thy love, how light its chain,

Which binds us to be free,
Relieves our toil, insures our gain,

And lifts our souls to Thee !



LORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray
In this thy house, on this thy day;
Accept, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy temple rise.

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
0! that we may that rest attain,
From sin, from sorrow, and from pain.

In thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every grief and trouble free ;
No sigh shall mingle with the songs
Ascending from immortal tongues.
No rude alarm of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To rest in endless bliss with God.


L. M.

ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun ;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
O! that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies ;
And draw from Heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away ;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

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