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SABBATH. 75. 6 lines.

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I SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in His courts to-day;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we pray for pardoning grace Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show Thy reconciled face,

Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in Thee.

3 Here we come Thy Name to praise ;
Let us feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes

While we in Thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
4 May Thy gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound;

Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove
Till we rest in Thee above.

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I LIGHT of life, seraphic Fire;

Love divine, Thyself impart : Every fainting soul inspire; Shine in every drooping heart. 2 Every mournful sinner cheer, Scatter all our guilty gloom; Son of God, appear, appear!

To Thy human temples come! 3 Come, in this accepted hour,

Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in ;
Fill us with the glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin.
4 Nothing more can we require,

We will covet nothing less:
Be Thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace!

DOXOLOGY. PRAISE the Name of God most high, Praise Him, all below the sky, Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! As through countless ages past, Evermore His praise shall last.

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I LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

2 The sparrow for her young

With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints with equal zeal
To rise and dwell among Thy saints.

3 Oh happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
Oh happy men that pay

Their constant service there! They praise Thee still, and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill.

4 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears; Till each arrives at length;

Till each in heaven appears : Oh glorious seat, when God our King Shall thither bring our willing feet!

5 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy

Than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door, than shine in courts.

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I IN Zion's sacred gates

Let hymns of praise begin,
Where acts of faith and love

With ceaseless beauty shine:
In mercy there while God is known,
Before His throne with songs appear.
2 His wondrous acts demand,
His wisdom and His grace,
The labors of our hands,

And transports of our praise: Rehearse His name to every shore, Where'er His power His works proclaim.

3 Let the trump's martial voice, The timbrel's softer sound, The organ's solemn peal,

United praise resound:

To swell the song with highest joy,
Let man employ his tuneful tongue.

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I Now to Thy sacred house

I come with willing feet,
Where saints, with morning vows,
In full assembly meet:

Thy power divine shall there be shown,
And from Thy throne Thy mercy shine.

2 Oh send Thy light abroad!

Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God,

And guide my doubtful way:
I'll hear Thy word with faith sincere,
And learn to fear and praise the Lord.

3 There reach Thy bounteous hand,
And all my sorrows heal;
There health and strength divine,
Oh make my bosom feel:
Like balmy dew, shall Jesus' voice
My bones rejoice, my strength renew.

4 Then in Thy holy hill,

Before Thine altar, Lord,
My harp and song shall sound

The glories of Thy word:
Henceforth to Thee, O God of grace,
A hymn of praise my life shall be.

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I WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return;

Lord, make these moments blest!
From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend

And fill His throne of grace ;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address Thy face: Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours: Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.

DOXOLOGY.

To God the Father, Son,

And Spirit ever blest, Eternal Three in One,

All worship be addrest: As heretofore it was, is now, And shall be so, for evermore!

ST. EUSTACE. 75.

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1 To Thy temple I repair ;
Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.

2 Thou, through Him, art reconciled;
I, through Him, became Thy child;
Abba, Father! give me grace
In Thy courts to seek Thy face!

3 While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord my Righteousness!

4 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend ;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes!

5 While I hearken to Thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe;
Till Thy Gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

6 While Thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in Thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear Thee speaking from the sky.

7 From Thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn ;
And at evening let me say,
I have walked with God to-day!

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I LORD, we come before Thee now
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh, do not our suit disdain ;

Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?

2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.

3 In Thine own appointed way

Now we seek Thee, here we stay ; Lord, we know not how to go Till a blessing Thou bestow. 4 Comfort Those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return;

Those that are cast down, lift up, Make them strong in faith and hope. 5 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind; Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in Thee.

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I LORD, we come to-day to Thee
With the voice of melody;
Let our chant's sweet note arise
Upward to the listening skies.

2 Lord, with suppliant voice we pray,
Bring us all who meet to-day
To possess the crown of light,
To put on the robe of white.

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