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. 13. C. M.
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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