22 3 Ten thousand voices praise Thy name But fallen man by sin has marred 4 Come, Lord, create his heart anew; Then hymns of praise again shall rise, 5 Oh, for the songs that Thou wilt bless, Where heart and voice agree! Oh, for the prayers that plead aright 6 All praise to God, the Three in One, Who by His word hath all things made, 1 2 3 4. 4. 7. 7. 6. So rest, my Rest! Thou ever Blest! Thy grave with sinners making: 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! Thou wilt my dust awaken : Wherefore should I dread the grave, Or my faith be shaken ? 4 23 1 5 To me the tomb Is but a room Where I lie down on roses; Who by death hath conquered death, (Naught else), and lies In dust, until victorious From the grave it shall arise Deep in remembrance lay Thee, R 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. ESTING from His work to-day Where her buried Lord was laid. 24 1 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, Close the door from sight and sound A Sunday Morning. L. M. NOTHER six days' work is done, Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies! And draw from heaven that sweet repose 4 In holy duties let the day, 25 1 S. M. ORD, in this sacred hour Within Thy courts we bend, And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, But Thou art not alone Nor only is this day Thine own, Of yon unmeasured sky; Lord, may that holier day L. M. ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, 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; 27 1 7.7.7.7. this day, the first of days, 2 On this day th' eternal Son 3 Oh, that fervent love to-day 4 Father, who didst fashion me Fill me with Thy love Divine, 5 Holy Jesus, may I be Dead and buried here with Thee; 6 Thou, who dost all gifts impart, 7 God, the blessèd Three in One, |