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Psalm 122. 1 The festal morn, my God, is come, That calls me to Thy hallowed dome,
Thy presence to adore : My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps Thy courts ascend,
And tread the sacred floor.
To dwell among the blest !
And leads me to His rest! 3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes, The heaven-built towers of Salem rise :
E'en now, with glad survey
And shine with cloudless day.
Their tribute hither bring:
And hail the immortal King.
To God's own house repair,
To join in praise and prayer.
And from the world retire:
And fan devotion's fire.
Vain mirth and worldly cares;
And soar above the stars. 4 To God direct thy steady flight, Great Fund of bliss and Source of light,
And there delight thine eyes;
And feast in Paradise.
To shed its quickening beams;
How languid are its flames !
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
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,
The Sabbath ne'er shall end : 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine, Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine. 609 i God of the sun-light hours, how sad
Would evening shadows be, Or night, in deeper sable clad,
If aught were dark to Thee! 2 How mournfully that golden gleam
Would touch the thoughtful heart, If with its soft, retiring beam,
We saw Thy love depart. 3 But though the gathering gloom may
Yet they who in Thy house abide
Shall ever share Thy smile.
Though every page be bright;
With more intense delight.
Of Thy salvation, Lord ;
And knowledge of Thy word ! 2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain ;
My memory can retain !
How negligent my fear,
How few affections there! 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power im
And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high:
And love shall never die.
2 The time how lovely and how still! i Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
Peace shines and smiles on all below; On this Thy day, in this Thy house;
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, And own as grateful sacrifice
All fair with evening's setting glow. The songs which from the desert rise.
3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love; 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees the smiling heaven above.
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod, 3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
And we shall join the ceaseless song, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
The endless Sabbath of our God. No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues: 613 4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
1 Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord; No cares to break the long repose,
Help us to feed upon Thy word; No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
All that has been amiss forgive, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
And let Thy truth within us live. 5 O long-expected day, begin,
2 Though we are guilty, Thou art good; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood, Fain would we leave this weary road,
Give every burdened soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace. And sleep in death to rest with God. 612
And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; Who rose from death, be glory given;
614 i LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing ;
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us now, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace:
Oh refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May Thy presence
May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day! 615 i God of our salvation, hear us ;
Bless, oh bless us, ere we go ; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow:
Saviour, keep us, Keep us safe from every foe. 2 May we live in view of heaven,
Where we hope to see Thy face; Save us from unhallowed leaven,
All that might obscure Thy grace;
Keep us walking
To the place we call our home,
And, when dying, May Thy presence cheer the gloom. 616 1 KEEP us, Lord, oh keep us ever ;
Vain our hope, if left by Thee;
Then to praise Thee
Precious to Thy people here;
GREAT Jehovah, we adore Thee,
God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne;
3 From Thy works our joys arise,
O Thou only good and wise ;
Let us live our life in Him :
Let us die our death in Him :
Of a life beyond the grave, Where all mortal partings cease:
Brethren, sisters, part in peace!
Thou in whom we live and move,
And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,
When devotion fires the breast,
Let us find our rest in Thee;
In the Sabbath home above.
What mild radiance meets my sight!