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No more shall hell's insulting host
Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.
His hand thy ruins shall repair:
VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS.
THE LORD'S DAY.
(IL 4.) 1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sacred day;
Your joyful homage pay:
The type of heav'n's eternal rest, 2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of Life arose;
And vanquish'd all our foes :
And reaps the fruits of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heav'n with hosannas rings, And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings: Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign. 4 Great King, gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conq’ring car;
Maintain thy glorious war:
Let young and old rejoice:
Whose service is our choice. 2 This is the temple of the Lord :
How dreadful is this place!
With rev'rence seek his face,
3 This is the homage he requires;
The voice of praise and prayer;
Ourselves and all we are.
Propitious from the skies,
Accepts the sacrifice.
From sin he grants release; According to their faith 'tis done, He bids them go in peace. HYMN 32.
(S. M.) 1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
To seast his saints to-day;
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place
Where Jesus is within,
Of pleasure and of sin.
In such a frame as this,
(L. M) 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Lord's day has begun;
Improve the hours thy God hath blest. 2 This day may our devotions rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
Which none but they who feel it know! 3 This peaceful calm within the breast
Is the sure pledge of heav'nly rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
HYMN 34. 1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine
Demands the soul's collected pow'rs;
These solemn, consecrated hours:
Can ev'ry secret thought explore;
And, where thou art, intrude no more: O may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our ininds on things above! 3 Thy Spirit's pow'rful aid impart,
And bid thy word, with life divine,
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
1 IN loud exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
Through everlasting days;
Is his delight, his chosen rest. 2 O King of glory! come,
And with thy favour crown
This people as thy own.
How God can dwell with men below. 3 Now let thine ear attend
Our supplicating cries ;
Accepted to the skies:
Spread its celestial influence round. 4 Here may the list'ning throng,
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Of seraphim above:
(L. M.) 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone;
Let my religious hours alone:
And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
And feel thine influence from above. 3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
And all that men call rich and great.
To cheer me in this barren land;
The dawn of thy returning day;
While thus my early vows I pay. , 2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest;
And reign sole monarch in, my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
And join the strains which angels sing.
HYMN 38. 1 TO thy temple I repair ;
Lord, I love to worship there;
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 2 While the pray’rs of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
3 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Life and iminortality.
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Hear thee speaking from on high. 5 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
(L. M.) After Sermon. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! bless the word,
Which, through thy grace, we now have heard; O may the precious seed take root,
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit !
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face:
(IIL 5.) 1 LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May thy presence
(C. M.) 1 HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comės,
The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
Exerts his sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.