5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere Homage and Devotion. 1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes 2 Before the awful throne we bow 3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee Thy service, unconstrained and free, 4 While in thy house of prayer we knee. 5 With fervour teach our hearts to pray Nor from thy presence cast away 21. L. M. SPENNETT. The Christian Sabbath Morning. 1 ANOTHER Six days work is done, Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, 4 In holy duties, let the day, 22. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The eternal Sabbath. 1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy churches rise, 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love; 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble froin immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. O long expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; 23. C. M. MRS BARBAULD. The Sabbath of the Soul. Morning. 1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born! Ye shall not dim the light that streams 2 To-morrow will be time enough 3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts! And, purged from sin, may I behold 24. S. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. The day of Rest. Morning or Evening. Ps. 92. 1 SWEET is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet at the dawning hour, Tny boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy, That such may be our blest employ 25. C. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. For the Morning of the Lord's Day. Ps. 118. THIS is the day the Lord hath made : Let songs of triumph hail the morn, 2 The stone the builders set at nought, The sure foundation, and the strength 3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, 4 This is the day the Lord hath made : The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances. 1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest, 2 The King himself comes near, 3 One day amidst the place 4 My willing soul would stay And sit and sing herself away |