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; 1 1 Then shall the day indeed be thine: Then shall our souls adoring own....A 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.
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,
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 almighty Father's 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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