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3 O that our thoughts and thanks
rise As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With hope we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day
In holy pleasures pass away;
P.M.— The Lord's day. Ps. xcii.
1 THOU, who art enthrond above,
Thou by whom we live and move,
And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,
When devotion fills the breast;
3 From thy works our joys arise,
O thou only good and wise!
12. P.M.-A Day in the Courts of the Lord. 1 TO thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there,
Christ before the mercy-seat. 2 Thou, through him, art reconcil'd;
I, through him, became thy child;
In thy courts, to seek thy face.
, 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, for Jesus intercedes.
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Life and immortality.
Peace and pardon in thy name,
7 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn,
To shed its quickening beams; And
yet how slow devotion burns;
How languid are its flames!
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
And praise thee while we live.
And fit us to ascend
The sabbath ne'er shall end. 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine;
And feast on love divine;
Shall all our powers employ:
On this thy day, in this thy house;
The songs which from the desert 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 hell shall reach the place; - No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarm 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 wo and sin:
With whom he deigns to dwell!
His arm supports them well.
His throne of grace is near;
He stands engaged to hear.
Who trusted in his name,
His love is still the same.
And bid us seek his face;
And taste the gospel grace.
And makes our burdens light;
And gilds the gloom of night.
6 Lord, we expect to suffer here,
Nor would we dare repine;
And own us still for thine.
These tokens of thy love,
P.M.- A Blessing requested.
Prepare us to receive thy word;
And crown thy gospel with success.
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;