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1. How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,
And come, according to thy word.
2. From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with Thee:
Ah! Lord! behold us at Thy feet;-
Let this the "gate of heaven" be..
3. "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear,
That we by faith may see Thy face:
Oh! speak, that we Thy voico may hear,
And let Thy presence fill this place.
1. WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honor shall we pay?
How spread his sovereign name abroad?]
1. ANOTHER day has passed along,
And we are nearer to the tomb,
Nearer to join the heavenly song,
Or hear the last eternal doom.
2. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,
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 below— The 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-
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees the smiling heaven above.
5. Nor will our days of toil be long,
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
And we shall join the ceaseless song-
The endless Sabbath of our God.
1. SWEET Sabbath bells! I love your voiceYou call me to the house of prayer; Oft have you made my heart rejoice, When I have gone to worship there.
2. But now, a prisoner of the Lord,
His hand forbids, I can not go;
Yet may I here His love record,
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 He rest; Lord, come, a Sabbath frame impart, And make Thy temple in my breast.
SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
1. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.
2. Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed;
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.
1. DEAR is the hallowed morn to me,
When Sabbath bells awake the day,
And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away.
2. And dear to me the winged 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.
4. 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;
Ours be the prophet's car of fire
That bears us to a Father's arms.
CUNNINGHAM.
1. ERE to the world again we go,
Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
Thy grace, once more, O God, we crave,
From folly and from sin to save.
2. May the great truths we here have heard-
The lessons of Thy holy word-
Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,
And all our souls from error keep.
3. O, may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above.
1. DISMISS us with Thy blessing, Lord;
Help us to feed upon Thy word;
All that has been amiss, forgive,
And let Thy truth within us live.
2. Though we are guilty, Thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every burdened soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.
1. Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice as - cending high; To thee will I
1. LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;
2. Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3. Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.
4. But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.
5. Oh! may Thy spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
1. EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.
2. So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
1. THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2. To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3. Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord-descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.
4. Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name
To save our sinful race.
5. Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heavens in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise. WATTS.
1. WEARIED with earthly toil and care,
The day of rest how sweet!
To breathe the Sabbath's holy air,
And sit at Jesus' feet.
2. What vain disturbing thoughts infest
My bosom as their den;
Oh that they knew the day of rest,
Would they disturb me then?
3. Fain would I lay the burden down
That wounds me with its weight,
To gaze awhile at yonder crown,
And press to heaven's gate.
4. I ask a foretaste of the peace,
The rest, the joy, the love,
Which, when their earthly Sabbaths cease,
Await the saints above.
1. MY Sabbath suns may all have set,
My Sabbath scenes be o'er,
The place, at least, where we are met
May know my steps no more;
2. The prophet of the cross may ne'er
Again preach peace to me;
The voice of interceding prayer,
A farewell voice may be.
3. While yet the life-proclaiming word
Doth through my conscience thrill,
Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred,
I can repent, I will.
4. Thou that to will in me hast wrought, Haste, work in me to do;
And, lest the purpose leave my thought,
Now my whole heart renew.
5. Dying Redeemer, to thy breast,
A dying wretch, I flee;
Bid me be reconciled and blest,
And born of God, through thee.
1. COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, On this sweet day of rest;
O! bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
2. Welcome, and precious to my soul,
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
1. WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs for God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!
2. How sweet will be the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first the soul-reviving morn
Shall shed new rays of light.
3. Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease,
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o'er my soul.
4. When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be c'er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?
1. BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise.
2. My Saviour's face made thee to shine;
His rising thee did raise;
And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.
3. The first-fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week will find.
4. This day I must to God appear;
For, Lord, the day is thine;
Help me to spend it in thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.
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