2 This day the Lord our Saviour rose
Victorious from the dead;
And, as a conqueror, his foes
In glorious triumph led.
3 This day believers doth enrich;
May grace rest on them all :
It is their Pentecost, on which
The Holy Ghost doth fall.
4 As the first fruits an earnest prove
Of all the sheaves behind,
So they who do the Sabbath love
A happy week shall find.
195 Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy
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 cares shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wish'd below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy."
196 I will make them joyful in my house of prayer. [L.M.
1 DEAR is to me the sabbath morn;
The village bells, the pastor's voice,
These oft have found my heart forlorn,
And these have bid that heart rejoice.
2 And dear to me the wingèd hour
Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord;
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of thy word.
3 And dear to me the loud Amen,
Which echoes through the bless'd abode,
Which swells and sinks, and swells again,
Dies on the walls, but lives to God.
4 O, when the world, with iron hand,
Would bind me in its six days' chain,
Thus burst, O Lord, the strong man's band,
And let my spirit loose again."
Praise ye him, all his angels.—Ps. cxlviii. 2.
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all!
Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to thee.
Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire:
But oh, the strains how full and clear
Of that eternal choir !
Yet, Lord, to thy dear will
If thou attune the heart,
We in thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.
5 "Tis thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to thy name.
A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
We which have believed do enter into rest.
Heb. iv. 3.
1 ERE another Sabbath's close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to thee,
At thy feet we bow the knee.
2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven.
3 Cold our services have been,
Mingled every prayer with sin·
But thou canst and wilt forgive
By thy grace alone we live.
4 Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with thee at last.
5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joys above;
While their steps thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.i
Sundays after Easter: Public Worship.
"DAY BY DAY WE MAGNIFY THEE.'
To see thy power and thy glory so as I have
seen thee in the sanctuary.-Ps. lxiii. 2.
1 O LORD, within thy sacred gates,
Where I so oft have sought for thee,
Again my longing spirit waits,
The fulness of delight to see.
2 In blessing thee with thankful songs,
My happy life shall glide away :
The praise, that to thy name belongs,
Daily with lifted hands I'll pay.
3 Abundant sweetness, while I sing
Thy love, my favour'd soul o'erflows;
Secure in thee, my God, my King,
Of glory that no period knows.
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
Thy love to sing, thy grace to prove,
Be this my glory, peace, and joy."
In all places where I record my name I will
come unto thee, and I will bless thee.-
Exod. xx. 24.
1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;
As thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.
2 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.
3 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith address our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.
201 This is none other but the house of God, and this [7s. is the gate of heaven.-Gen. xxviii. 17.
1 To thy temple I repair,
Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.
2 Thou through him art reconciled,
I through him became thy child;
Abba, Father, give me grace
In thy courts to seek thy face.
3 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue :
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my righteousness.
4 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;
Hear; for Jesus intercedes.
5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice by faith may I
Hear thee speaking from the sky.
6 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
I have walk'd with God to-day.'
How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of
hosts.-Ps. lxxxiv. 1.
1 PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fulness, God of grace.
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