HYMN 368. S. M.
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WTH joy we lift our eyes

Y. To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,

Where dwells eternal love. 2. Thee we adore, O Lord !

And filial duty pay.
Thy service, unconstrain'd and free,

Conducts to endless day.
3. While in thy house we kneel

With trust and holy fear;
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear. 4.0 teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing !
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

HYMN 369. L. M.
WAY froin ev'ry mortal care,

Away from earth, our soul's retreat ; We leave this worthless world afar,

And wait and worship near thy seat. 2. Lord, in the temple of thy grace,

We bow before thee and adore ; We view the glories of thy face,

And learn the wonders of thy pow'r. 3. Whilst here our various wants we mourn,

United prayʻrs ascend on high; And faith expects a sure return

Of blessings in variety. 4. Father ! my soul would here abide ;

Or, if my feet must hence depart; Still keep me, Father, near thy side, Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.

HYMN 370. c. M. 1. EARLY, my God, without delay,

I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.

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2. So pilgrims on the scorching sana,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die.
3. I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r

Through all thy templé shine: My God, repeat that heav'nly hour,

That vision so divine.
4. Not all the blessings of a feast

Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,

And in thiy presence dwell.
5. Not life itself, with all her joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

HYMN 371. P. M.
1. PRAISE to God, the great Creator

Bounteons source of all our joy!
He whose hand upholds all nature,

He whose nod can all destroy.
Saints, with pious zeal attending,

Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs to heav'n ascending,

Join the universal praise.
2. Round his awful footstool kneeling,

Lowly bend with contrite souis;
Here, his milder grace revealing,

Here his wrath no thunder rolls.
Lo, the sacred page before us

Bears the cov’nant of his love;
Full of mercy to restore us,

Mercy beaming from above. 3. Ev'ry secret fault confessing,

Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, Seize, O seize the proffer'd blessing,

Grace from God and peace within.
Heart and voice with rapture swelling,

Still the song of glory raise :
On the theme immortal dwelling,

Join the universal praise.

HYMN 372. L. M.

The Lord's day. 1. ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day thy God has blest. 2. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns

So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev’n. 3. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,

As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heav'n that sweet repose,
Which none,

but he who feels it, knows. 4. With joy, great God! thy works we view

In varions scenes both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,

With hope we future pleasures taste. 5. In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures pass away.
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

HYMN 878. L. M. 1. LORD of the sabbath hear our vows

On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy churches rise. 2. Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord! we love;

But there's a nobler rest above.
Thy servants to that rest aspire

With ardent hope and strong desire. 3. There languor slíall no more oppress;

The heart shall feel no more distress;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,

That dwell upon immortal tongues. 4. No gloomy cares shall there annoy,

No conscious guilt disturb our joy ;
But ev'ry doubt and fear shall cease,
And perfect love give perfect peace.

5. When shall that glorious day begin,

Beyoud the reach of death or sin :
Whose sun shall never more decline,
But with unfading lustre shine !

HYMN 374. C. M.
1. FREQUENT the day of God returns,

To shed its quick’ning beams; And yet how slow devotion burns ;

How languid are its flames !
2. Accept our faint attempts to love;

Our frailties, Lord! forgive.
We would be like thy saints above,

And praise thee while we live.
3. Increase, O Lord ! our faith and hope,

And fit us to ascend
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,

The sabbath ne'er shall end ;
4. Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,

With heav'nly lustre shine ; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine,

HYMN 375. L. M. 1. SWEET 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 at night. 2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest :

No mortal care shall fill my breast;
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word. 3. And I shall share a glorious part,

When grace hath well refin’d my heart,
When doubts and fears no more remain,

To break my inward peace again.
4, And shall I see, and hear, and know,

All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ
In the eternal world of joy..

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HYMN 376. C. M.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made;

He calls the hours his own.
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne. 2. To-day arose our glorious head,

And death's dread empire fell, To-day the saints his triumph spread,

And all its wonders tell.
3. Hosannah ! the anointed King

Ascends his destin'd throne:
To God your grateful homage bring,

And his Messiah own.
4. Blest be the Lord, who came to men
With messages of

grace; Who came in God his Father's name,

To save our sinful race. 5. Hosannah in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise ! The highest heav'ns in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

HYMN 377. s. M. 1. AGAIN the Lord of light

Awakes the kindling ray: Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day. 2. O what a night was that

Which wrapp'd mankind in gloom! O what a sun, which broke this day

Triumphant from the tomb ! 3. This day be homage paid,

And loud hosannahs sung ;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,

And praise on ev'ry tongue. 4. Ten thousand lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.