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And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows! 4 This holy 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. 5 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!


1 THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our longing souls aspire
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes; .
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above:

Oh, may our souls that rest attain
From sin, from sorrow, and from pain!


I FREQUENT the day of God returns,
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
Where sabbaths never end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;"
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.


1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected.powers; Gladly we now to thee resign

These solemn consecrated hours!
O may our souls adoring own

The grace, that calls us to thy throne!
2 Hence ye vain cares and trifles fly!
Where God resides, appear no more.
All-seeing God! thy piercing eye.
Can ev'ry secret thought explore.
O may thy grace our bosoms move,
And fix our thoughts on things above!
3 Thy Spirit's pow'rful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear and warm the heart;] {
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace, that calls us to thy throne.


1 THEE we adore, Eternal Lord!
We praise thy name with one accord :
Thy saints, who here thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high,
Both Cherubin and Seraphin,

The heav'ns and all the powers therein.
3 Th' Apostles join the glorious throng;
The Prophets swell th' immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to thy praise.

4 Thee, Holy, Holy, Holy King!

Thee the Lord God of Hosts they sing :
Thus earth below and heav'n above
Resound thy glory and thy love.


1 ASCEND thy throne, Almighty King,
And spread thy glories all abroad;
Let thine own arm salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God.
2 Let millions bow before thy seat;
Let humble mourners seek thy face;
Bring daring rebels to thy feet,
Subdu'd by thy victorious grace.
3 O let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord;
Let saints and angels praise thy name;
Be thou thro' heav'n and earth ador'd.




O THOU that hearest prayer,
Behold us at thy feet:

Now let us prove thy presence here,
Where two or three are met.

Thy promise, Lord, we plead,
Nor can we plead in vain;

Thou never said'st to Israel's seed,

"Seek ye my face in vain."

3 Glory to thee alone,


Thou God of boundless grace,

Who dost refreshing showers send down, To cheer thy drooping race.

O let it now be shewn,

How true, how good thou art : Lord, send a gracious answer down To ev'ry waiting heart.


1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy presence now display!
As thou hast giv'n a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.

2 Shew us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;

And pour thy blessings 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 melting eye,
The contrite heart bestow;

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


1 DESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings;
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things;
2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul!
3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall:
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
5 O what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above,

And stand and bow among them there, And view thy face, and sing thy love?


1 LORD, in the temples of thy grace
Thy saints behold thy smiling face;
And we have seen thy glory shine
With power and majesty divine.
2 Return, O Lord, our spirits cry,
Our graces droop, our comforts die;
Return, and let thy glories rise
Again to our admiring eyes;

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