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5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,
He never will despise;
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.
Our filial duty pay:
Conducts to endless day. 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
And lend a gracious ear.
And tune our lips to sing;
The sacrifice we bring.
21. L. M. STENNETT.
The Christian Sabbath Morning. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Improve the day that God hath blessed. 2 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
L. M. DODDRIDGE.
The eternal Sabbath.
On this thy day, in this thy house;
The songs which from thy churches rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin;
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
23. C. M.
Of earth and folly born!
From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
The sabbath of my soul.
Let fires of vengeance die;
A God of purity!
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,
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.
Be every Sabbath given,
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;
Hosanna to our King!
That stone has now become
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.
That saw the Lord arise;
And these rejoicing eyes !
And feasts his saints to-day;
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear Lord hath been,
Of pleasurable sin.
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.