3 May we throughout this sacred day, Be blest with teachings all divine To Jesus look, the living way,

To him by faith, our all resign. 4 May we by ev'ry Sabbath grow

In grace, humility, and love;
Each Sabbath find sweet rest below,
And long for sweeter rest above.

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Love to the Sabbath.

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HAWTREY.

1 FAIN would love the day of rest, Would still esteem this day the best, But oft, alas! with grief I say,

"How barren is my soul to-day." 2 True-I frequent the house of prayer, I go, and sit with others there; I hear, and sing, and seem to pray, But oft my mind is call'd away.

3 I fain would see the Saviour near,

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Of him would think, and speak, and hear
But vain and sinful thoughts intrude,
And draw my soul from what is good.

4 Of sinners, Lord, I am the chief;
Yet bring thy worthless worm relief:
Revive thy work within my soul,
And all my foes and fears controul.

217.

Lord's Day Evening.

1 WHEN, O dear Jesus! when shall I

Behold thee all serene!

Bless'd in perpetual Sabbath-day,
Without a veil between?

2 Assist me while I wander here,
Amidst a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.

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3 Thy Spirit, O my Father! give,
To be my guide and friend
To light my path to ceaseless joys,
Where Sabbaths never end.

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KELLY.

C. M.

CENNICK.

218.

Lord's Day Evening.

1 WELCOME, and precious to my soul,
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep,
When I shall rest above!

2 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace,
Mine Ebenezers here I raise,

And prize the means of grace.

3 These are the sweet and precious days
On which my Lord I've seen;
And oft when feasting on his word,
Delighted I have been.

4 I long for that most solemn hour,
When from this clay undrest,

I shall be cloth'd in robes divine,
And made for ever blest.

C. M.

MASON.

OPENING A PLACE OF WORSHIP.

219. Opening a place of Worship.

1

AND

will the great eternal God,

On earth establish his abode ?
And will he, from his radiant throne,
Avow our temples for his own?

2 These walls we to thy honour raise;
Long may they echo to thy praise!
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
4 And in the great decisive day,
When God, the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
Thousands were born to glory here.

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DODDRIDGE.

220.

Opening a Place of Worship. 1 SACRED to thy eternal name,

Great God, these walls we raise;
Let heralds here thy truth proclaim,
And saints shew forth thy praise.
2 This day, begins the solemn sound
Of sacred worship here;

This day let joy and peace abound,
And thou our God be near.

3 Gracious Redeemer, mighty King,
Enter with all thy train;

Thy choicest blessings with thee bring,
And long may they remain.

4 Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove,
Thou author of all grace,
Reveal a dying Saviour's love
To numbers in this place.

5 Call sinners by thy word of grace,
Who knew thee not before :

So shall we bless thee for this place,
And God in Christ adore.

C. M.

PAICE.

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The same.

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1 COME, Jesus! come, and bless this place!
'Tis open'd in thy name;

Descend with show'rs of heavenly grace,
And consecrate the same.

2 Eternal God, our prayer attend,
Diffuse thy love around:

As to the burning bush, descend,
And make it holy ground!

3 Lord, let thy glory fill the place,
Yea, fill each sinner's heart;

Come, thou incarnate Prince of Peace,
And never more depart.

4 Dear Saviour, now thy work begin,
Thy potent arm display:

Let some poor rebel dead in sin,
Be made alive to-day!

5 Within these walls, let thousands, Lord,
Through grace be born of thee;
And in this place, thy name record,
Till time no more shall be.

222.

Opening a Place of Worship.

1 DEAR Shepherd of thy people, here,
Thy presence now display;

As thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.

2 Shew us some token of thy love,
Thy people's hope to raise;
And pour thy blessings from above,
That we may render praise.
3 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 And may the Gospel's joyful sound,
Enforced by sovereign grace,

Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.

1 HERE let us join our solemn songs, In cheerful and united praise,

CAVE.

C. M.

NEWTON.

L. M.

And take his name upon our tongues,
Who reigns to everlasting days!
2 Lord! 'tis thy providential hand
Opens to us this house of prayer;
O let it please thee to command
Thy gracious blessing on us here!
3 Let this attempt to praise thy name,
Be own'd and bless'd with power divine;
Let sacred joy our souls inflame,

And heavenly glories on us shine.

4 Long may thy truth be publish'd here,
And unborn multitudes be found

To tread thy courts with holy fear,
And know the gospel's joyful sound.

5 Here feed thy saints with living bread,
The poor relieve, the weak restore,
Backsliders heal, and raise the dead.
Thy name to praise for evermore.

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PUBLIC WORSHIP.

Opening of Worship.

1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,

"In Žion 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 shew his milder face.

3 Up to his courts with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heavenly grace,
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;

MEDLEY.

There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.

1 LORD, how lovely is thy temple,
How delightful is the place,
Where thy beauties shine resplendent,
Where thou dost display thy grace,
How endearing

Are the smiles of Jesus' face!

C. M.

WATTS.

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