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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 God hath with us 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.

L. M.

57.

Sabbath Day.

NEW YORK COL.

1 WE bless Thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.

2 Lord, in this day of holy rest,
We would improve the calm repose ;
And, in thy service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.

3 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone

Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne.

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Call to Worship. Psalm 95.

COME, Sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his works, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.

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

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

C. M.

59.

DRENNAN.

God may be worshipped in every Place.

1 THE heaven of heavens cannot contain The universal Lord;

Yet he in humble hearts will deign
To dwell and be adored.

2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice
Of fervent praise and prayer,
Or on the earth, or in the skies,
The God of heaven is there.

3 His presence is diffused abroad

Thro' realms, thro' worlds unknown;
Who seek the mercies of our God
Are ever near his throne.

God's Condescension to our Worship.

1 THY favors, Lord, surprise our souls: Will the Eternal dwell with us?

What canst thou find beneath the poles To tempt thy chariot downward thus ?

2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;
But heavenly majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.

3 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!

Words are but air, and tongues but clay, But thy compassion's all divine.

1 WITH sacred joy we lift 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,
Ånd 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 Morning of a Lord's Day. Psalm 63.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;

My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

C. M.

63.

RIPPON'S COL.

Worship.

1 HOLY and reverend is the name Of our Eternal King;

"Thrice holy Lord!" the angels cry;
"Thrice holy!" let us sing.

2 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach :
A contrite heart will please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

C. M.

64.

MRS. FOLLEN.

Love of Sabbath Service.

1 How sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven,