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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!

HYMN XLV.

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!

HYMN XLVI.

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.

HYMN XLVII.

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; 1 1 Then shall the day indeed be thine: Then shall our souls adoring own....A The grace, that calls us to thy throne.

HYMN XLVIII.

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.

HYMN XLIX.

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.

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HYMN L.

THOU that hearest prayer,

Behold us at thy feet:
Now let us prove thy presence here,
Where two or three are met.

2 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,

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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.

HYMN LI.

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.

HYMN LII.

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
almighty Father's Father's throne!

Of our

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?

HYMN LIII.

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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