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To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven!
2 How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven! With filial confidence to say,
“ Father, who art in heaven!” 3 How sweet the words of peace to hear
From him to whom 't is given To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven!
4 And if to make our sins depart
In vain the will has striven,
Will send his grace from heaven.
5 Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,
The best of all the seven,
Of gratitude to Heaven!
TATE & BRADY.
Public Worship. Psalm 95.
1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
3 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command ;
Subjected to his empire lies.
By the same sovereign right is his;
5 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
L. M. 66. Watts.
The Pleasure of Public Worship. Psalm 84. i How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are !
To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 2 Blest are the saints, who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty ;
And all their work is praise and love. 3 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
5 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
A Psalm for the Lord's Day. Psalm 92.
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
The Divine Glories celebrated.
i Glory be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
2 Favored mortals! raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Power, no empire can withstand ;
Goodness, one eternal stream.
Send thy promised blessings down;
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
I 'll go, with willing mind, to pray,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
The holy calm I find in thee.
For God has given them in his love,
Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn;
To nations yet unborn.