Engage the ear-and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
Resurrection of Christ celebrated.
1 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,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.
1 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.
C. M. Litchfield. Nottingham
453 The Sabbath commemorative of Christ's Resurrection.
1 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.
1 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.
1 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.
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.
Pleyel's Hymn
1 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.
1 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;
And, while we hear, and sing, and pray,
With heavenly joy we soar away.
4 Oh! dearest hours of all I know-
Oh! sweetest joys of all below:
Here would I choose my fixed abode,
And dwell forever near my God.
1 HOW charming is the place
Where my Redeemer God
Unvails the glories of his face,
And sheds his love abroad!
2 Here, on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crowned,
Our joyful eyes behold him sit,
And smile on all around.
3 To him their prayers and cries
Each contrite soul
And while he hears their humble sighs,
He grants them all their wants.
4 Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode;
Among the children of thy grace,
The servants of my God.
459 The Presence of God sought in his House.
1 COME, O thou King of all thy saints,
Our humble tribute own,
While with our praises and complaints,
We bow before thy throne.
2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!"
3 But ah! the song, how faint it flows!
How languid our desire!
How cold the sacred passion glows,
Till thou the heart înspire!
4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine
And fill thy dwellings here;
Till life, and love, and joy divine,
A heaven on earth appear.
5 Then shall our hearts, enraptured, say
Come, great Redeemer-come;
And bring the bright-the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.
Aff 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy presence now display:
We kneel within thy house of prayer,
Oh! give us hearts to pray.
2 The clouds, which vail thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright
The message of thy love.
3 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before thy face;
Oh make us, creatures of thy power,
The children of thy grace.
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.
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