22 3 Ten thousand voices praise Thy name In earth and sea and sky; 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 NO 4. 4. 7. 7. 6. 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, 1 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 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. LORD, in this sacred hour Within Thy courts we bend, And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, 26 1 2 But Thou art not alone 3 4 L Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath the stupendous march Lord, may that holier day L. M. ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, 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. N 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, |