Pardon and Peace implored.
1 LAMB of God! whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find:
Think on us, who think on thee,
Every burdened soul release;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
2 By thine agonizing pain,
And bloody sweat, we pray-
By thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away:
Burst our bonds, and set us free,
From all sin do thou release;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
3 Through thy blood, by faith applied,
Let sinners pardon feel;
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal:
By thy passion on the tree,
Let our griefs and troubles cease;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!
Remembering Christ at his Table.
1 YES, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends!
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.
2 "Tis pleasure, more than earth can give,
Thy glories through these vails to see:
Celestial food thy table yields,
And happy they who sit with thee!
Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
1 AT thy command, O gracious Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died;
We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause?
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumph in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
'He that was dead hath left his tomb;
He lives, above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.'
S. M. Silver Street. Pentonville.
The Sabbath welcomed.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 Jesus 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, amid the place
Where God my Saviour's been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.
1 WELCOME, delightful morn!
Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return;
Lord make these moments blest.
From low delights, and mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
mp 3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
1 HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest,
What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast!
When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,
And kindly holds communion with his friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.
3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes:
Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,
And waft it to the blissful realms above!
1 AND now another week begins,
This day we call the Lord's ;
This day he rose, who bore our sins,
For so his word records.
p11 2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing!— Their voices fill the sky
They hail their great victorious King,
And welcome him on high.
3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise;
Their joys oh may we feel;
Our thankful song with them we'll raise,
And emulate their zeal.
4 Come, then, ye saints, and grateful sing
Of Christ, our risen Lord;
Of Christ, the everlasting King,
Of Christ, th' incarnate Word.
5 Hail, mighty Saviour, thee we hail!
High on thy throne above;
Till heart and flesh together fail,
We'll sing thy matchless love.
1 MY opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
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.
1 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.
f4 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!
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1 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.
1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest,
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like his own, he bade 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. Aff3 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.
449 Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored. mp 1 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.
1 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,
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