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The Christian Sabbath.

1 AGAIN our weekly labours end, And we the house of pray'r attend ; Improve, my soul, this sacred rest, And learn to be for ever blest. 2 This day may our devotions rise To Heav'n a grateful sacrifice; And Heav'n that peace divine bestow, Which none but they who feel it know. 3 This holy calm within the breast, Prepares for that eternal rest, Which for the sons of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let this day

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In holy pleasures pass away;

How sweet each sabbath thus to spend, In hope of that which ne'er will end!

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Call to Worship.

COME, sound His praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing;

Jehovah is the Sov'reign God,

The universal King.

He form'd the deeps unknown;

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gave the seas their bound;

The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord:

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We are his works, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.

To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;

Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

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God's favour implored on the services of his house.
1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;
As Thou hast giv'n a house of prayʼr,
So give us hearts to pray.

Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord, dwell;
Here give the troubl'd conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

May we in faith receive thy word,

In faith present our pray ́rs,

And in the presence of our Lord,
Unbosom all our cares.

And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,

Awaken careless sinners round,
To come and seek thy face.

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Lord's-day morning.

1 HAIL, happy morn! whose early ray
Beheld the Saviour rise;
Welcome again, auspicious day!
To our rejoicing eyes.

2 On this blest morn, birth-day of hope! Let not one soul be sad;

This is the day the Lord hath made,
And bids his saints be glad.

3 Come, and the wonders of the day,
In notes harmonious sing;

Tell to the world the conquests gain'd
By our victorious King.

4 O happy souls, that feel the pow'r
Of his attractive love!

With him they die, with him they live,
And seek the things above.

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Praise to the Almighty Sovereign.
1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might;
The whole creation's King.

3 Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, bow before His face:
O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!

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The Lord's day.

1 HAIL, sacred day of holy rest,
Belov'd by ev'ry pious breast!

Hence, from my bosom, worldly cares,
To meet her God my soul

prepares. 2 Tir'd with the chace of earthly joys, Convinc'd how vain are earthly toys, Thy op'ning house we joyful see, Permit us, Lord, to come to Thee!

3 O bless us, while before thy face,
We count thy works of pow'r and grace;
And call forth all our pow'rs to praise
The God whose mercy crowns our days.

4 O bless us, while we join to sing,
The love of HIM th' anointed King,
Who, in thy name, and by thy grace,
A Saviour came to Adam's race.

5 From age to age, this holy day
Has heard adoring millions pray;
Its honours we would still repeat,
And still draw near the mercy seat.

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Praise to God.

1 ALMIGHTY Author of our frame !
To thee our vital pow'rs belong;
Thy praise-delightful, glorious theme!
Demands the heart, the life, the tongue.
2 Our hearts, our lives, our tongues are thine:
O be thy praise their best employ !
And may our songs with angels join,
Nor sacred awe forbid the joy.

3 Th' Almighty Sov'reign of the skies,
To mortals bends a gracious ear;
Nor the mean tribute will despise,
When offer'd with a heart sincere.

4 Great God! accept our cheerful praise, And guide our hearts and guide our tongues,

While to thy name we humbly raise The grateful, tho' unworthy songs. 19. c. M.

A hymn of Praise.

1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he here reveals;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
Still the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.