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2 I love thy Church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye,

And graven on thy hand.
3 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.

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4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven.

HEAR

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9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87.
God her everlasting light.
LEAR what God the Lord hath spoken:

O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you. Scenes of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation,

And your gates shall all be praise. 2 Ye, no more your suns descending,

Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs forever ending,

Find eternal noon in me:
God shall rise, and, shining o'er you,

Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory-

God your everlasting light.

THE SABBATH.

G

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

The day consecrated.
REAT God, this hallow'd day of thine

Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in works divine

These solemn and devoted hours :
O may our souls, adoring, own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly!

Where God resides appear no more!
Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye

Doth every secret thought explore : O may thy grace our thoughts refine, And fix our hearts on things divine ! 240

C. M. The day improved. \HIS

own;

Fix our desires on him alone,
And seek his face with

prayer.
2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice,

Which sets the sinner free,
And, with united heart and voice,

Devote these hours to thee.
3 Now let the world's delusive things

No more our thoughts employ, But faith be taught to stretch her wings,

Tow'rd heaven's unfailing joy.
4 O let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord,

Be to our welfare blest;
The purest comfort here afford,

And fit us for our rest,

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L. M.
The joys of the Sabbath.
WEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth by night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part:
And fresh supplies of joy be shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head. .
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wish'd below;
And every hour find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
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S. M.
Delight in ordinances.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

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That saw the Lord arise:
Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes !
2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day in such a place,

Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

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L. M.
In the Sanctuary.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone,

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 0 warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire :
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare !
How sweet thine entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thy glorious Name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.
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C. M.
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
HIS is the day the Lord hath made :

O earth, rejoice and sing ;
Let songs of triumph hail the morn;

Hosanna to our King !
2 The Stone the builders set at naught,

That Stone has now become
The sure foundation, and the strength

Of Zion's heavenly dome.
3 Christ is that stone, rejected once,

And number'd with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his Church

Eternally to reign,
4 This is the day the Lord hath made;

O earth, rejoice and sing :
With songs of triumph hail the morn;

Hosanna to our King !

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Joyful homage.
A !

And hail this sacred day:
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay :
Come bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,

And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings :
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

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C. M.

The type of everlasting rest.

C'OME, let us join with one accord

This is the day our rising Lord

Hath made and call'd 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.
3 Then let us in his name sing on,

And hasten to that day
When our Redeemer shall come down,

And shadows pass away.

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