3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state,
Is with unrivalled glory great,-
A King superior far to all,
Whom by his title God we call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command ;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
"T is moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.
6 O, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit, and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
The Sabbath in the Sanctuary.
1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day, Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame ;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest, this day, in thee.
3 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near ;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear;
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
1 WHILE this day its light is shedding, Worldly thoughts and cares forbidding, Let us give our souls to rest;
Let us now in supplication
Look to him whose great salvation
All the world has freely blest.
2 God above, we bow before thee;
Humbly will we now adore thee;
Glad we 'll haste to Zion's gate;
Glad we 'll join those holy praises
Zion's temple ever raises
High to thee, so good and great.
3 Hail! thou place of light and glory,
Where resounds salvation's story,
Fraught with peace to sinful man :
O, how soon earth's night retreated,
O, how soon sweet hope we greeted,
When thy word its course began!
1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;
Now the Sabbath morn, returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is passing;
Soon the longest life departs;
Nothing human is abiding
Save the love of humble hearts.
2 Love to God, and to our neighbour,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life's vain dreams are passing;
Like the startled dove they fly,
Or the clouds, each other chasing
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart;
Then, when years have gathered o'er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,
Heaven's bright realm will rise before me;
There my treasure will be laid.
The Morning of a Lord's Day. Psalm 63.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
A Psalm for the Lord's Day. Psalm 92.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
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