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3 Ten thousand voices praise Thy name
In earth and sea and sky;
But fallen man by sin has marred
The blissful harmony.
4 Come, Lord, create his heart anew;
His heart of stone remove:
Then hymns of praise again shall rise,
The fruits of holy love.
5 Oh, for the songs that Thou wilt bless,
Where heart and voice agree!
Oh, for the prayers that plead aright
With Thy dread majesty!
6 All praise to God, the Three in One,
Who high in glory reigns;
Who by His word hath all things made,
And by His word sustains.
22 4. 4. 7. 7. 6.
1 rest, my Rest!
Thou ever Blest!
Thy grave with sinners making:
By Thy precious death, from sin
My dead soul awaking.
Here hast Thou lain,
After much pain,
Life of my life, reposing:
Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,
Rock of Ages, closing.
Breath of all breath!
I know from death
Thou wilt my dust awaken:
Wherefore should I dread the grave,
Or my faith be shaken?
4 To me the tomb
is but a room
Where I lie down on roses;
Who by death hath conquered death,
Sweetly there reposes.
5 The body dies
(Naught else), and lies
In dust, until victorious
From the grave it shall arise
Beautiful and glorious.
6 Meantime I will,
My Jesus, still
Deep in remembrance lay Thee,
Musing on Thy death ; in death
Be with me, I pray Thee.
23 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7.
1 "nESTING from His work to-day
It In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene:
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend;
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmed cell
Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.
1 l NOTHEE six days' work is done,
XI Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Oh, 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!
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1 T ORD, in this sacred hour
L Within Thy courts we bend, And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, Our Father and our Friend, j
2 But Thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod;
Nor only is this day Thine own,
When men draw near to God.
3 Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath the stupendous march
Of Thine eternity.
4 Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on Thy servants' sight;
There may we all our worship pay
In pure unclouded light.
M L. M.
1 T ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, L In this Thy house, on this Thy day; And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from the desert rise.
2 Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love,
But there 's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
3 In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
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.
27 7. 7. 7. 7.
1 AN this day, the first of days,
O God the Father's name we praise,
Who, creation's Fount and Spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.
2 On this day th' eternal Son
Over death His triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came,
With His gifts of living flame.
3 Oh, that fervent love to-day
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the Source of life and light.
4 Father, who didst fashion me
Image of Thyself to be,
Fill me with Thy love Divine,
Let my every thought be Thine.
5 Holy Jesus, may I be
Dead and buried here with Thee;
And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto Thee a sacrifice.
6 Thou, who dost all gifts impart,
Shine, sweet Spirit, in my heart;
Best of gifts Thyself bestow;
Make me burn Thy love to know.
7 God, the blessed Three in One,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thyself to me,
May I give myself to Thee.