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2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers

Come not where devotion kneels :
Let the soul expand her stores,

Glowing with the joy she feels. 3 At the portals of thine house

We resign our earth-born cares : Nobler thoughts our souls engross,

Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

4. C. M. Bowring.

Pure Worship. 1 The offerings to thy throne which rise,

Of mingled praise and prayer, Are but a worthless sacrifice

Unless the heart is there. 2 Upon thine all-discerning ear

Let no vain words intrude ; No tribute, but the vow sincere,

The tribute of the good.
3 My offerings will indeed be blest,

If sanctified by thee;'
If thy pure Spirit touch my breast

With its own purity.
4 O, may that Spirit warm my heart

To piety and love,
And to life's lowly vale impart

Some rays from heaven above.

5. L. M. Stennett.

The Christian Sabbath Morning.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God hath blessed

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,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !

6. 7 M. 6 1. J. Newton.

The Day of Rest.
1 SAFELY through another week

God has brought us on our way;
Let us now his blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day;
Day of all the week the best -

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Through the week our praise demand :
Guarded by almighty power,

Fed and guided by thy hand,
May we not forgetful be,

Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee!
3 While we seek supplies of grace

Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciling face ;

Take away our sin and shame.
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee !

7. L. M. E. Taylor.

The Lord's Day.
10 FATHER, though the anxious fear

May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be thine at least to-day.

2 We will not bring divided hearts

To worship at thy sacred shrine;
But each unholy thought departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.

3 O Father, God below, above,
Man's noblest work is praising thee;
Thy Spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.

8. 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

From this celestial morn.

2 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day, .

The Sabbath of my soul.
3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts !

Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity !

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1 When before thy throne we kneel,

Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, o our God, to feel

All thy sacred presence near.

2 Check each proud and wandering thought

When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought, is less than nought;

Thou, our God, art all in all.

3 Weak, imperfect creatures, we

In this vale of darkness dwell,
Yet presume to look to thee

'Midst thy light ineffable.

4 O, receive the praise that dares

Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,

Infinite and Holy One!

10. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Sacrifice of the Heart.
1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay ?

How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes and gilded spires

Shall curling clouds of incense rise,
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice ?

3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord

Thy golden offerings well may spare : But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

11. L. M. COWPER.

Spiritual Worship.
1 0 LORD, where'er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat ;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For thou, within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,

And, going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,

Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer

To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
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