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5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,

He never will despise ;
And cheerful duty he'll prefer

To costly sacrifice.

20. C. M.

JERVIS. Homage and Devotion. 1 With sacred joy we list our eyes

To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies,

Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow

Of heaven's Almighty King:
Here we present the solemn vow,

And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee

Our filial duty pay:
Thy service, unconstrained and free,

Conducts to endless day. 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.
5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away

The sacrifice we bring.



The Christian Sabbath Morning. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day that God hath blessed. 2 0 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,

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 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 !


The eternal Sabbath.
1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,

On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy churches rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;

But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress;

Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs

Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes;

No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin;

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.


The Sabbath of the Soul. Morning.
1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares

Of earth and folly born!
Ye shall not dim the light that streams

From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,

The sabbath of my soul.
3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts!

Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold

A God of purity!


24. S. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. The day of Rest. Morning or Evening. Ps. 92. 1 Sweet is the task, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,

And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,

Thy boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower,

Stil, on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best,

And in thy name rejoice.
4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our best employ

Eternally in heaven.


For the Morning of the Lord's Day. Ps. 118. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made :

O earth, rejoice and sing;
Let songs of triumph hail the morn,

Hosanna to our King !
2 The stone the builders set at nought,

That stone has now become
The sure foundation, and the strength

Of Zion's heavenly dome.

3 Christ is that stone, rejected once,

And numbered with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his church

Eternally to reign. 4 This is the day the Lord hath made:

O earth, rejoice and sing; With songs of triumph hail the morn,

Hosanna to our King !

26. S. M.

The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.
1 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 Lord 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.


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