1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing, 4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss By the same sovereign right is his ; "Tis moved by his almighty hand, That formed and fixed the solid land. 5 0, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees devoutly, all, Before the LORD our Maker fall! 26 L. M. 1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows! 3 This heavenly 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. 4 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away. How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 1 HOLY and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; "Thrice holy Lord!" the angels cry; "Thrice holy!" let us sing. 2 The deepest reverence of the mind Lift with thy hands a holy heart 3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul From all pollution free; 28 The pure in heart are thy delight, L. M. 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 2 Thy precious time misspent redeem ; Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear; 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 29 That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. C. M. Morning Devotion. 1 EARLY, my God, without delay, 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Long for a cooling stream at hand, 3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Nor raise so high my cheerful voice, 4 Thus, till my last expiring day, Morning Devotion. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear 2 And to thy house will I resort, 3 0, may thy Spirit guide my feet 4 The men who love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled; 31 The mighty God will compass them C. P. M. 1 THE festal morn, my God, is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore; My feet the summons shall attend, 2 With holy joy I hail the day 32 And leads me to his rest! S. M. The Day of Rest. 1 SWEET is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 2 Sweet at the dawning hour, And when the night-wind shuts the flower 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best, 4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ 1 FAR from mortal cares retreating, |