3 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest.
The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
4 My tongue repeats her vows———
Peace to this sacred house,
For here my fondest wishes dwell:
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
1 WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest!
We hail thy glad return:
Lord make these moments blest.
From low delights and mortal toys
We soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
And here unveil thy face.
O let us feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and love the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Savior's love,
And bless these sacred hours. Then shall our souls new life obtain, Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.
1 SWEET is the work, O Lord,
Thy glorious name to sing,
To praise and pray, to hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.
2 Sweet, at the dawning light,
Thy boundless love to tell;
And, when approach the shades of night, Still 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,
Since such shall be our best employ
Eternally in heaven.
1 LORD of the sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And let our songs and worship rise,
Like grateful incense to the skies.
2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.
4 O, long-expected day, begin;
Dawn on these realms of death and sin;
Fain would we quit this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
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1 COME, let us join, with sweet accord,
In hymns around the throne:
This is the day our rising Lord
Hath made, and called his own.
2 This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven;
Type of that everlasting rest
The saints enjoy in heaven.
1 WELCOME, Ssweet 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 our souls to-day:
By faith we may behold him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where we our God can meet, Than twice ten thousand sinful days Is more divinely sweet.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is called to soar away
To everlasting bliss.
1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers.
May we employ, in work divine,
These solemn, these devoted hours;
O may our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
2 The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast.
May every ear the call obey;
Be every heart a humble guest;
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed.
3 Thy Spirit's pow'rful aid impart;
O may thy word with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,
• In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!'
2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
Let men their offerings bear:
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.
5 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
'Tis there my best affections dwell,
There God, my Savior, reigns.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 Hosanna to our heavenly King,
To God's anointed Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race,
4 Hosanna, in the highest strain
Our souls on earth can raise ;
And when in heaven with him we reign,
We'll render nobler praise.
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