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3 One day amid the place
Where Jesu's love we taste.
In sinful pleasure past.
In such a frame as this,
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;
surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God;
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;
Drink endless pleasures in.
Glory began below;
From faith and hope may grow.
7 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. ]
8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry:
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,
Pursue him to the skies :
2 On this triumphant day,
Peculiarly his own,
And sing around his throne:
Rejoice and be for ever glad. 3 Jesus, to us impart
Thy resurrection's power,
Its living Lord t'adore :
Rejoicing in thy pard'ning love. 4 Us graciously assure
Thou dost our sins forgive,
Unto thyself receive,
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,
Where saints are fully blest ;
Sweet day of sacred rest!
2 But oft, with sorrow I confess,
No, joy, alas ! have I;
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;
And triumph in my King.
Till death shall seal my tongue ;
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.
Would still esteem this day the best :
“ How barren is my soul to-day ?”
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,
Of him would think, and speak, and hear,
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:
'Tis mine to plan but not to do. 5 Of sinners, Lord, I am the chief,
O bring thy worthless worm relief!
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;
And thou art lov'd alone.
That I shall enter in ;
This unbelief remove;
The sabbath of thy love.