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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.
2 With joy shall I behold the day
That calls my thirsting soul away

To dwell among the blest !
For lo, my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

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
I view her mansions that contain
The angel forms, a beauteous train,

And shine with cloudless day.
4 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo, the redeemed of God ascend,

Their tribute hither bring:
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,

And hail the immortal King.

1 WELCOME sweet Day,of days the best,
The time of holy mirth and rest!

To God's own house repair,
To hear His word and see His face,
To learn His will and sing His grace,

To join in praise and prayer.
2 This is employment all divine;
My soul, the blest assembly join,

And from the world retire:
Go, bow before thy Maker's throne,
Thy risén Saviour's glories own,

And fan devotion's fire.
3 Forget the trifles here below,
The shining heap, the gaudy show,

Vain mirth and worldly cares;
On wings of strong devotion rise,
Pass every cloud, pass all the skies,

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;
View every shining wonder o'er,
And with transported heart adore,

And feast in Paradise.

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i FREQUENT the day of God returns

To shed its quickening 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,

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

Those gentle rays awhile,

Yet they who in Thy house abide

Shall ever share Thy smile.
4 Then let creation's volume close,

Though every page be bright;
On Thine, still open, we repose

With more intense delight.
I Long have I sat beneath the sound

Of Thy salvation, Lord ;
But still how weak my faith is found,

And knowledge of Thy word ! 2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain ;
How small a portion of Thy grace

My memory can retain !
3 How cold and feeble is my love,

How negligent my fear,
How low my hope of joys above,

How few affections there! 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power im

To give Thy word success;
Write Thy salvation in my heart,

And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way

That leads to joys on high:
There knowledge grows without decay,

And love shall never die.


L. M.



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,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire

Faith sees the smiling heaven above.
With ardent pangs of strong desire. . 4 Nor will our days of toil be long;

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

i Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, Now to the Father, and the Son

And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; Who rose from death, be glory given;
For these blest hours the world I leave, With Thee, O Holy Comforter,
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. Henceforth, by all in earth and heaven.

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Psalm 91

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 the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;

May Thy presence
With us evermore be found.
3 So, whene'er the signal's given
Us from earth to call

Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,

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
Each in his appointed place.
3 As our steps are drawing nearer

To the place we call our home,
May our view of heaven grow clearer,
Hope more bright of joys to come ;

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;
We are Thine, oh leave us never
Till Thy glorious face we see:

Then to praise Thee
Through a bright eternity.
2 Precious is Thy word of promise,

Precious to Thy people here;
Never take Thy presence from us,
Jesus, Saviour, still be near:

Living, dying,
May Thy name our spirits cheer.


GREAT Jehovah, we adore Thee,

God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne;

Endless praises
To Jehovah, Three in One!

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3 From Thy works our joys arise,

O Thou only good and wise ;
Who Thy wonders can express ?
All Thy thoughts are fathomless :
Warm our hearts with sacred fire,
And with songs of praise inspire ;
All our powers with all their might
Ever in Thy praise unite.

Part in peace, Christ's life was peace;

Let us live our life in Him :
Part in peace, Christ's death was peace;

Let us die our death in Him :
Part in peace, Christ promise gave

Of a life beyond the grave, Where all mortal partings cease:

Brethren, sisters, part in peace!
I Thou who art enthroned above,

Thou in whom we live and move,
Good it is with joyful tongue
To resound Thy praise in song:
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favors to rehearse,

And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,

When devotion fires the breast,
When we dwell within Thy house,
Hear Thy gospel, pay our vows,
Songs to heaven's high mansion raise,
Fill Thy courts with songs of praise,
And in psalms and hymns proclaim
17,,nors to Thy glorious Name.

1 Oh, from earthly cares set free,

Let us find our rest in Thee;
May our toils and conflicts cease
In the calm of Sabbath peace ;
That Thy people here below
Something of the bliss may know,
Something of the rest and love,

In the Sabbath home above.
2 From beyond the grave's dark night,

What mild radiance meets my sight!
Softly stealing on the ear,
What strange music do I hear!
'T is the golden crown on high,
'Tis the chorus of the sky!
Lord, Thy sinful child prepare
For a place and portion there.

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