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5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,

He never will despise;
And cheerful duty he'll prefer

To costly sacrifice.

20. C. M. JERVIS.

Homage and Devotion. 1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes

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

Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow

Of heaven's Almighty King: Here we present the solemn vow,

And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee

Our filial duty pay:
Thy service, unconstrained and free,

Conducts to endless day. 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel

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

And lend a gracious ear.
5 With fervor teach our hearts to pray,

And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away

The sacrifice we bring.



The Christian Sabbath Morning. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day that God hath blessed. 2 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise,

As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose

Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 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 !


The eternal Sabbath.
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;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress;

Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs

Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes;

No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin;

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

23. C. M.

The Sabbath of the Soul. Morning.
1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares

Of earth and folly born!
Ye shall not dim the light that streams

From this celestial morn.

2 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,

The sabbath of my soul.
3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts!

Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold

A God of purity!


S. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. The day of Rest. Morning or Evening. Ps. 92. 1 SWEET is the task, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,

And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,

Thy boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower,

Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best,

And in thy name rejoice.
4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our best employ

Eternally in heaven.


C. M. SPIRIT of the PSALMS. For the Morning of the Lord's Day. Ps. 118. 1 This 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 nought,

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

Of Zion's heavenly dome.

3 Christ is that stone, rejected once,

And numbered with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his church

Eternally to reign. 4 This is the day the Lord hath made :

() earth, rejoice and sing; With songs of triumph hail the morn,

Hosanna to our King!

26. S. M.

The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

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 amidst the place

Where my dear Lord hath been,
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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