3 One day amid the place

Where Jesu's love we taste.
Is sweeter than ten thousand days

In sinful pleasure past.
4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
Waiting the still more perfect day

Of everlasting bliss!

425. Delight in the Lord's Day. S.M.

Rejoice in the Lord alway.-Phil. iv. 4. 1 Come, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While

ye

surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was design'd

To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing,

That never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King

May speak their joys abroad. 4 The God whom we adore,

Whose goodness here we prove; Will keep and bring us by his power To dwell with him above.

5 There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of his grace

Drink endless pleasures in.
[6 The men of grace have found

Glory began below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.

7 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. ]

8 Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry:
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

426. Delight in the Lord's Day. 148th.

This is the day which the LORD hath made: we will

rejoice and be glad in it.—Ps. cxviii. 24.

The Lord is ris'n indeed,
And bids his members rise ;
Ye saints by Jesus freed,

Pursue him to the skies :
This is the day the Lord hath made,
Rejoice and be for ever glad.

2 On this triumphant day,

Peculiarly his own,
He calls his church to pray

And sing around his throne:
This is the day the Lord hath made,

Rejoice and be for ever glad. 3 Jesus, to us impart

Thy resurrection's power,
And teach our quicken'd heart

Its living Lord t'adore :
To vie with the redeem'd above,

Rejoicing in thy pard'ning love. 4 Us graciously assure

Thou dost our sins forgive,
And then our spirits pure

Unto thyself receive,
To keep the day of rest above,
Rejoicing in thy heav'nly love.

427. The Lord's Day the Emblem of a better

Rest above. 8–8–6.

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.

HEB. iv. 9.

1 Sweet day of rest! for thee I'd wait,
Emblem and earnest of a state

Where saints are fully blest ;
For thee I'd look, for thee I'd sigh ;
I'd count the days till thou art nigh,

Sweet day of sacred rest!

2 But oft, with sorrow I confess,
My privilege my burden is,

No, joy, alas ! have I;
When I would take my harp and sing,
I find it oft without a string,

And lay it coldly by. 3 But while I thus confess my shame, 'Tis right that I should praise bis name,

Who makes me sometimes sing;
Yes, Lord (I speak it to thy praise),
My cheerful song I sometimes raise,

And triumph in my King.
4 Oh that it might be always so,
My song no interruption know,

Till death shall seal my tongue ;
In heav'n a nobler strain I'll raise,
And cease from ev'ry thing but praise,

My heav'n an endless song! 428. Delight in the Lord's day desired. L.M. And call the Sabbath a delight; the boly of the Lord,

honourable.-ISA. lviii. 13.
1 I FAIN would love the day of rest,

Would still esteem this day the best :
But oft alas! I've need to say,

“ How barren is my soul to-day ?”
2 True I frequent the house of pray’r,
I
go

and sit with others there; I hear and sing, and seem to pray, But oft my mind is call’d away.

428

3 I fain would see the Saviour near,

Of him would think, and speak, and hear,
But vain and sinful thoughts intrude,

And draw my soul from what is good. 4 Redeem'd from earth by Jesu's blood,

I fain would give the day to God:
But seldom to my purpose true,

'Tis mine to plan but not to do. 5 Of sinners, Lord, I am the chief,

O bring thy worthless worm relief!
Revive thy work within my soul,

And all my thoughts and pow'rs control. 429. The Lord's Day an Emblem of an Eternal

Rest. C.M. Let us labour therefore to enter into that rest.-HEB.

iv. U. For we which have believed do enter into rest.–Ver. 3. I LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art lov'd alone.
2 Oh then, my Saviour, make me know,

That I shall enter in ;
Thou canst alone the power bestow,
And wash me from

my

sin.
3 Remove this hardness from my heart,

This unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,

The sabbath of thy love.