Of holy love, of grateful trust
In thine almighty name.
Holy Enjoyment anticipated.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun ;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God hath blest.
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 A heavenly calm pervades the breast,
The earnest of that glorious rest
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new ;
With praise, we think on mercies past;
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
The Lord's Day Morning.
1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close,
That ends the weary week!
2 How sweet to hail the early dawn,
That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn
Sheds forth new rays of light!
3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o'er my soul !
4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day, which fades no more?
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;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from 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.
5 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this
weary road, And sleep in death to rest with God.
1 LORD, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
Hear the praises of our race,
And, while hearing, let thy grace
Dews of sweet forgiveness pour;
While we know, benignant King,
That the praises which we bring
Are a worthless offering
Till thy blessing makes it more.
2 More of truth, and more of might,
More of love, and more of light,
More of reason, and of right,
From thy pardoning grace be given !
It can make the humblest song
Sweet, acceptable, and strong,
As the strains the angels' throng
Pour around the throne of heaven.
1 MY gracious Lord, whose changeless love
To me nor earth nor death can part,
When shall my feet forget to rove?
Ah, what shall fix this faithless heart?
2 Cold, weary, languid, heartless, dead,
To thy dread courts I oft repair;
By conscience dragged, or custom led,
I come, nor know that God is there.
3 O God, thy sovereign aid impart,
And guard the gifts thyself hast given ;
My portion thou, my treasure, art,
And life, and happiness, and heaven.
4 Would aught with thee my wishes share,
Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all from thee.
Call to joyous Worship.
1 COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
Introduction to Evening Worship.
1 HOW shall we praise thee, Lord of light!
How shall we all thy love declare !
The earth is veiled in shades of night,
But heaven is open to our prayer,
That heaven, so bright with stars and suns,
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
2 We would adore thee, God sublime,
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space
O, how shall thought expression find,
All lost in thine immensity!
How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind,
Amid thy dread infinity!
3 But thou art present with us here,
As in thy glittering, high domain;
And grateful hearts and humble fear
Can never seek thy face in vain.
Help us to praise thee, Lord of light;
Help us thy boundless love declare ;
And, while we crowd thy courts to-night,
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.
Preparation of the Heart.
1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear:
Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must, draw near.
2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe,
Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?
3 God of all grace, we come to thee,
With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what thine eye delights to see,-
Truth in the inward parts.
4 Give deep humility; the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
A strong, desiring confidence,
To hear thy voice and live ;·
5 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee, though thou slay.
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