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927 Bring an offering, and come into
Each unseen chord within;
To-day we should begin.
To-morrow we appear;
Throughout man's sojourn here. 3 We must beforehand lay aside
Our own polluted dress;
His spotless righteousness.
Meet for the offered Lamb;
And wait to-morrow's flame. 5 Lord of the sacrifice we bring,
To Thee our hopes aspire;
Send down the sacred fire.
S.M. 928 And the sabbath drew on.-Luke
23, 54. 1
Its lengthened shadows drawn
And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail
O'er forms of outward care:
The still retreat of prayer. 3
Our guardian Shepherd near,
Will fold His flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light
Than earth's our spirits rouse,
To pay the Lord our vows.
78. 929 The day of the preparation.=Mati.
27, 62. 1
God has brought us on our way,
Emblem of eternal rest.
May we feel Thy presence near !
Of our everlasting feast.
Conquer' siuner's, comiorí saluts,
8.7. 930 Tomorrow is the rest of the holy
sabbath.--Ex. 16, 23. 1 SOUL thy week of toil is ended,
And a voice, that speaks from high, With the closing hours is blended,
Rest is coming, rest is nigh.
Let thy calmness fill my breast :
And anticipate thy rest.
Through a desert wild and drear:
Bid me quite forget my fear. 4 Clouds on clouds my way may darken:
But thy rainbow beams above,
To thy still small voice of love. 5 So when life's long week is over,
Blessed it will be to die:
Rest is coming, rest is nigh.
6 Then the heavenly rest to enter,
In Thy mercy, Lord, be mine: Rest of God! the sun and centre
Of the bliss that is divine.
C.M. 931 He shall gather the lambs in His
arm, -Isa. 40, 11. SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stands,
With -; Hark! how He calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in His arms. 2 Permit them to approach, He cries,
Nor scorn their humble name; For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came. 3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer,
And yield them up to Thee;
Thine let our offspring be.
Thy guardian care we trust; That care shall heal our bleeding hearts
If weeping o'er their dust.
Ye children, seek His face;
C.M. 932 Those that seek me early shall find
Me.-Prov. 8, 17. 1
E hearts with youthful vigour warm, Aud turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear. 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you; And lays His radiant glories by, Your friendship to pursue.
3 "The soul that longs to see My face
Is sure My love to gain:
Shall never seek in vain." 4 What object, Lord, my soul should
If once compared with Thee? (move, What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see? 5 Away, ye false delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind! Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.
O.M. 933 Out of the mouth of babes and
sucklings.-Ps. 8, 2. 1 HWhs reigus above the sky
OW glorious is our heavenly King, How'shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful majesty ? 2 How great His power is none can tell,
Nor think how large His grace; Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before His face. 3 Not angels that stand round the Lord
Can search His secret will; But they perform His heavenly word,
And sing His praises still. 4 Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings briug; The eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
Ånd angels shall rejoice
Sound from a feeble voice.
934 Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.
-Rev. 5, 12.
Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above Their songs of triumph sing? lud shall not we take up the strain, und send the echo back again?
2 Shall every ransomed tribe
Of Adam's scattered race
And send the echo back again ? 3 Shall they adore the Lord
Who bought them with lIis blood,
That led them home to God?
And send the echo back again? 4 O spread the joyful sound,
The Saviour's love proclaim,
Salvation, through His name,
7s. 935 Thou hast perfected praise.—Matt. 1 G live :
VLORY to the Father give, Children's prayers He deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight His ear. 2 Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ onr Prophet, Priest, and King;
To the Lamb, for He was slain. 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost;
Be this day a Pentecost;
Touch their tongues with holy fire. 4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
C.M. 936 His going forth is from the end of
the heaven.-Ps. 19, 6. My God,
who makes the sun to know IIis proper hour to rise, And, to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies.