2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust;
The breath of life thy Spirit gave;
Where, but in thee, can mortals trust?
Who, but our God, has power to save?
3 Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see;
O bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great tie,—the love of thee.
4 So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray,
Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day.
The Sabbath Welcomed.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day, amid the place
Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of folly and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise and soar away
To everlasting bliss.
Public Worship. Ps. 95.
COME, Sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He
gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own:
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Homage and Devotion.
1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above-
That glorious temple in the skies
Where dwells eternal love.
2 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay;
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.
3 While in thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.
1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides us from the world awhile!
2 How happy they, whose lot is cast
Where Christ invites the "weary " yet;
They find their sorrows quickly past,
And all their burdens soon forget.
3 Though pinched with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed,
It makes amends, if they can come
To God's own house for heavenly bread.
4 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord!
And here thy promised presence seek;
Open thy hand with blessings stored,
And give us manna for the week.
1 FATHER of all! where shall we find
A temple suited to thy praise?
To thee, the uncreated Mind,
What earthly altar shall we raise ?
2 We'll call a multitude around,
And gladly seek the house of prayer;
There thy salvation we have found,
And still, O God, we 'll seek it there.
3 From breast to breast the holy flame
Shall kindle round the sacred place:
At once we 'll hymn our Father's name,
At once we 'll seek our Father's face.
4 There, heavenly Father, condescend
To meet us with peculiar love;
And when the hymns of earth shall end
We'll give thee nobler hymns above.
1 FATHER! adored in worlds above,
Thy glorious name be hallowed still;
Thy kingdom come with power and love,
And earth, like heaven, obey thy will.
2 Lord! make our daily wants thy care;
Forgive the sins which we forsake:
And, as we in thy kindness share,
Let fellow-men of ours partake.
3 Evils beset us every hour;
Thy kind protection we implore:
Thine is the kingdom, thine the power;
Be thine the glory evermore!
1 COME, let us join our souls to God
In everlasting bands,
And seize the blessings he bestows
With eager hearts and hands.
2 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favor there,
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And offer fervent prayer.
3 Come, let us share, without delay,
The blessings of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Their mem'ry e'er efface.
4 0, may our children ever haste
To seek their fathers' God,
Nor e'er forsake the happy path
Their fathers' feet have trod.
"The Lord God is a Sun and Shield." Ps. 84.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are
Where thou dost dwell so near!
2 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise,
Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.
3 They pass through sorrow's thirsty vale,
That dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful, wat'ry dale,
Where springs and showers abound.
4 They journey on from strength to strength, With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length
5 For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.
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