2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest:
Eternal King! erect thy throne,
And reign sole monarch in my breast.
3 Oh bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain desire-
One sinful thought-through all the day
4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
The Rest of the Sabbath.
ANOTHER six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul-enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has 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'
The dearest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains-
The end of cares-the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past;
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
5 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!
COME, let us join with sweet accord
In hymns around the throne:
This is the day our rising Lord
Hath made, and called his own.
2 This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven;
Type of that everlasting rest,
The saints enjoy in heaven.
AGAIN the day returns of holy rest,
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like his own, he lade our labors cease,
And all be piety-and all be peace.
2 Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
So shall he hear, when fervently we raise
Our supplications, and our songs of praise.
Aff 3 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide;
In life our Guardian-and in death our Friend-
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.
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Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored.
mp COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day,
Come, bear our thoughts from earth away:
Now, let our noblest passions rise
With ardor to their native skies,
2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light upon us shine;
And let our waiting souls be blest,
On this sweet day of sacred rest.
mf 3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransomed, we shall spend
A Sabbath which shall never end.
GREAT God! this sacred day of thine
Demands the soul's collected powers;
With joy we now to thee resign
These solemn, consecrated hours:
Oh may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore;
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And where thou art intrude no more;
Oh may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,
And bid thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear-and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that call us to thy throne.
Resurrection of Christ celebrated.
AWAKE, our drowsy souls,
And burst the slothful band;
The wonders of this day
Our noblest songs demand:
Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise.
2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resigned
The glorious Prince of life,
In dark domains confined:
Th' angelic host around him bends,
And midst their shouts the God ascends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:
"Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign."
4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love,
Maintain the glorious war:
<Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, ff And sin and hell in triumph lead.
AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.
2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt
A sinful world in gloom!-
Oh! what a Sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
453 The Sabbath commemorative of Christ's Resurrection,
THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest;
And joyful, in harmonious lays,
Employ this day of rest.
mp 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,
And more in knowledge grow;
Oh may we more of glory see,
While waiting here below.
3 On this blest day a brighter scene
Of glory was displayed,
By God, th' eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.
4 He rises, who our souls hath bought,
With blood, and grief, and pain-
'Twas great to speak the world from nought—
'Twas greater-to redeem.
THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope-and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue-no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade-no clouded sun-
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone;
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 Oh! warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
mf 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.
78. Pleyel's Hymn. Turin.
LORD of hosts, how lovely, fair,
Ev'n on earth, thy temples are!
Here thy waiting people see
Much of heaven-and much of thee.
2 From thy gracious presence flows
Bliss that softens all our woes;
While thy Spirit's holy fire
Warms our hearts with pure desire.
3 Here, we supplicate thy throne;
Here, thy pardoning grace is known;
Here, we learn thy righteous ways-
Taste thy love and sing thy praise.
WHEN to his temple God descends,
He holds communion with his friends,
His grace and glory there displays,
And shines with bright, but friendly rays.
2 While hovering o'er the happy place,
The Spirit sheds his heavenly grace;
To fix our thoughts-our hearts to raise,
And tune our souls to love and praise.
3 'Tis here we learn the blessed skill
To know and do our Maker's will;
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