e -3 Here we come thy Name to praise ; 4 May the Gospel's joyful sound, 1 NEWTON. HYMN 122. H. M. Bethesda. [*], Sabbath Morning. WELCOME, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return, Lord make these moments blest. o 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; And bless the sacred hours: • Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulg'd in vain. 1 HYMN 123. C. M. HAYWARD. Sunday. [*] The Lord's Day. HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, Who, joyful, in harmonious lays, 2 Lord, may we still remember thee, -And may we more of glory see, While waiting here below. o 3 On this glad day a brighter scene Of glory was display'd, g By God the Eternal Word, than when This universe was made. o 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, With grief and pain extreme: e 'Twas great-to speak the world from nought'Twas greater-to redeem. e 1 DECOURCY'S COL. HYMN 124. C. M. Hymn 2d. [* b] WHIL Devotion. HILST thee I seek, protecting Power! -And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd. e 2 Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd, To thee my thoughts would soar: o Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd; That mercy I adore. -3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! e e Each blessing to my soul most dear, Because conferr'd by thee. o 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, e o My heart shall find delight in praise, e Or seek relief in prayer. o 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; e Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, 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 will rest on thee. HYMN 125. C. M. St. Ann's. Social Worship. WILLIA 10 LORD, our languid souls inspire, For here we trust thou art! [* b] Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, 3 Within these walls let holy praise, e Here give the troubled conscience peace, The wounded spirit heal. 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, e And shine upon us from on high, e And, in the presence of our Lord, • 6 And may the gospel's joyful sound, Awaken many sinners round, 1 NEWTON HYMN 126. 7s. Fairfax. [b] A Blessing humbly requested. LORD, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow; e O do not our suit disdain! Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion, now descend; -Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; o Tune our lips to sing thy praise. -3 In thine own appointed way, a Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord we know not how to go; Till a blessing thou bestow. -4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy Spirit now impart, Full salvation to each heart. e 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Those who are cast down, lift up, -6 Grant that all may seek, and find 1 RIPPON. HYMN 127. 8 & 7. Love Divine. [*] 'L Love Divine. OVE divine, all love excelling! Fix in us thy humble dwelling: All thy faithful mercies crown. e Jesus, thou art all compassion! Pure, unbounded love, thou art! Visit us with thy salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe, thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast! e Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promis'd rest. o End of faith, as its beginning, e Never more thy temples leave! Then we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above; o Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 4 Finish then thy new creation; g Chang'd from glory unto glory, Till in heav'n we take our place; & Till we cast our crowns before thee, a Lost in wonder, love, and praise! MADAN'S COL HYMN 128. C. M. Reading. [b*] 1 YE And scatter blessings round. Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. 4 The beaten path and highway side o 5 But were the Lord of grace and power, e How plenteous is the golden store, -Let the same hand that gives the seed, 1 COWPER. HYMN 129. L. M. Sicilian. [*] DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord, Help us to feed upon thy word; All that has been amiss, forgive, And let thy truth within us live. 2 Though we are guilty thou art good; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood; Give every fetter'd soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 1 HYMN 130. L. M. Portugal. [*] Tand by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels, Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts. HART. |