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3 O, enter, then, his temple gate ;
Thence to his courts devoutly press ;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless :
4 For he 's the Lord, supremely good ;
His mercy is for ever sure ;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
4. C. M. Mxs. Follo" Love of Sabbath Service. 1 HOW sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven
2 How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven
With filial confidence to say,
“Father, who art in heaven l’”
3 How sweet the words of peace to hear
From him to whom *t is given
To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven
4 And if to make our sins depart
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.
5 Then hail, thou sacred, blesséd day,
The best of all the seven,
When hearts unite their vows to pay
Of gratitude to Heaven
1 COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord ;
We are his work and not our own ;
He formed us by his word.
3 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
6. L. M. 6 L. HEBER
- Seeking Refuge.
1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar’s shade we fly ;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here :
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost.
Low at thy feet our sins we lay ;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
7. L. M. RAFFLEs The Hour of Prayer. 1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word.
2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
While, all around, the calm divine
Proclaims the holy day of rest.
3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner’s tear.
4 Blest hour ! for where the Lord resorts
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
Invitation to the House of God.
1 COME to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come;
The God of peace shall meet thee there ,
He makes that house his home.
2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now ;
In Sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love ;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow ; your voices raise ;
Let not your hearts his praise disown
Who gives the power to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear’st the mourner’s call, -
6 Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace.
And heaven on earth be won.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled ;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;
To thee my thoughts would soar ;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ;
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see :
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear, -
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ;
That heart shall rest on thee.
1 0. L. M. E. TAYLoR The Lord's Day. 1 O 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 tly, sacred shrine ;
But each unholy thought departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.
3 O Father, God below, above 1
Man’s noblest work is praising thee;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.
H | O C. M. BARBAULD, The Sabbath of the Soul.
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 for ever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die ;
And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity
1 HAIL to the Sabbath day !
.The day divinely given,
When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.
2 Lord, in this sacred hour
Within thy courts we bend,
And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.
In courts by mortals trod ;