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BEETHOVEN, L. M.
Arranged by L. Mason.
1. Blest hour when mor - tal man re - tires To hold com-munion with his
To send to heaven his warm de-sires, And lis - ten to the sa
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Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3. Blest hour when God himself draws nigh,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipo away the mourner's tear. 4. Blest hour, for where the Lord resorts
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
2. From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise, And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice ! 3. Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare, But give thy heart and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 4. O grant us, in this solemn hour,
From carth and sin's allurements free,
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And seek the presence of our Lord!
And come, according to thy word. 2. From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converso with Theo: Ah! Lord!, behold us at Thy feet;
Let this tho "gate of heaven" be.. 3. “Chief of ten thousand !" now appear,
That we by faith may seo Thy face: Ohl speak, that we Thy voico may hear, And let Thy presenco fill this place.
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And we are nearer to the tomb,
Or hear the last cternal doom.
And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours, the world I leave,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 3. The time how lovely and how still,
Peace shines and smiles on all belowThe plain, the stream, the wood, the hill
All fair with evening's setting glow. 4. Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love
Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 5. Nor will our days of toil be long,
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
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Man comes to meet lois Maker, God,
How spread his sovereign namo abroad?
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1. Dear is the hallowed morn to me,
When Sabbath bells awake tho day, And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from carthly cares away.
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You call me to the house of prayer;
When I have gone to worship there. 2. But pow, a prisoner of the Lord,
His hand forbids, I can not go;
And here the sweets of worship know. 3. Each place alike is holy ground, (poured,
Where prayer from humble souls is Where praise awakes its silver sound,
Or God is silently adored. 4. His sanctuary is the heart
There, with the contrite, will Ho rest; Lord, come, a Sabbath framo impart, And make Thy temple in my breast.
SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
2. And dear to me the wingéd hour
Spent in Thy hallowed courts, O Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of Thy word.
3. And dear to me the loud Amen
Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells, and sinks, and swells again,
Dies on the walls, but lives to God.
Oft when the world, with iron hands,
Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's
And lets my spirit loose again. [bands
5. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre,
Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms;
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Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away. 2. Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
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1. ERE to the world again we go,
Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
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Arranged by L. Mason.
1. Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice as - cending high ; To thee will I
23. C. M. 1. LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee lift up mine eye; 2. Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand;
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 4. But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
And worship in Thy fear.
In ways of righteousness;
And plain before my face.
3. I've seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine :
That vision so diviné.
Can my best passions move,
As Thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and King;
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He calls the hours his own;
And praise surround the throne. 2. To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
And all his wonders tell.
To David's holy Son;
Salvation from Thy throne.
With messages of grace;
To save our sinful race.
The church on earth can raise ;
Shall give him nobler praise. WATTS.
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I haste to seek thy face ;
Without Thy cheering grace. 2. So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
And they must drink or die.
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3. I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace; Here, in thine own appointed way,
I wait to see thy face.
1. WEARIED with earthly toil and care,
The day of rest how sweet!
And sit at Jesus' feet.
My bosom as their den;
Would they disturb me then?
That wounds me with its weight,
And press to heaven's gate. 4. I ask a foretaste of the peace,
The rest, the joy, the love,
4. These are the sweet and precious days
On which my Lord I've seen,
In raptures I have been.
In this sweet frame be found,
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1. My Sabbath suns may all have set,
My Sabbath scenes be o'er,
May know my steps no more ;
Again preach peace to mo;
A farewell voice may be.
Doth through my conscience thrill,
I can repent, I will. 4. Thou that to will in me hast wrought,
Haste, work in me to do;
Now my whole heart renew. 5. Dying Redeemer, to thy breast,
A dying wretch, I flee;
W, M. BUNTING.
1. When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs for God to seek,
That ends the weary week!
That opens on the sight,
Shall shed new rays of light. 3. Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease,
Yet, while they gently roll,
A Sabbath o'er my soul.
The world's long week be c'er,
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1. Blest day of God! most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The day of prayer and praise.
His rising thce did raise;
Beyond all other days.
To all the sheaves behind ;
A happy week will find.
For, Lord, the day is thine;
1. COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
On this sweet day of rest;
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
Are these sweet days of love;
When I shall rest above!
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2. I love her gates, I love the road;
The Church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show his milder face.
3. O pray we then for Salem's peace
For they shall prosp'rous be,
TATE AND BRADY.
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3. Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
And sits in judgment there.
And while His awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
1. In God's own house pronounce his praiso
His grace he there reveals;
For there his glory dwells.
While you rehearse his deeds;
Your highest praise exceeds.
Proclaim your Maker blest;
My soul shall praise him best.
5. Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
Be her attendants blest!
6. My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
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1. O 'Twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say, “Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day !"
With our assembled powers,
1. O God, by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest; [heaven,
Is planted in our breast:
And plunderers of the air;
And weeds of worldly care !
Do thou thy grace supply ;
Shall ripen in tho sky.