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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,
Which for the church of God remains,

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 praise we think on mercies past,

With hope we future pleasures taste. 6 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.


P.M.— The Lord's day. Ps. xcii.

1 THOU, who art enthrond above,

Thou by whom we live and move,
O how sweet, with joyful tongue,
To resound thy praise in song!
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All thy favours to rehearse,

And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,

When devotion fills the breast;
When we dwell within thy house,
Hear thy word, and pay our vows:
Notes to heaven's high 'mansions raise,
Fill its courts with joyful praise;
Let repeated hymns proclaim
Great Jehovah's awful name.

3 From thy works our joys arise,

O thou only good and wise!
Who thy wonders can declare?
How profound thy counsels are!
Warm our hearts with sacred fire;
Grateful fervours still inspire;
All our powers, with all their might,
Ever in thy praise unite.

12. P.M.-A Day in the Courts of the Lord. 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 reconcil'd;

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 I hearken to thy law,

Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me

Life and immortality.
6 While thy ministers proclaim

Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith may I
Hear Thee speaking from on high.

7 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.

C.M.- The evening of the Lord's day.
1 FREQUENT the day of God returns,

To shed its quickening beams; And

yet how slow devotion burns;

How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love,

Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
We would be like thy saints above,

And praise thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,

And fit us to ascend
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,

The sabbath ne'er shall end. 4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,

With heavenly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,

And feast on love divine;
5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,

Shall all our powers employ:
Delighted range the ethereal plains,
And take our fill of joy.

L.M.-The eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.
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 the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love:

But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

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;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

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

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


C.M.-Gospel Privileges.
1 O HAPPY they who know the Lord,

With whom he deigns to dwell!
He feeds and cheers them by his word,

His arm supports them well.
2 To them in each distressing hour,

His throne of grace is near;
And when they plead his love and power,

He stands engaged to hear.
3 He help'd the saints in ancient days,

Who trusted in his name,
And we can witness to his praise,

His love is still the same.
4 Wandering in sin, our souls he found,

And bid us seek his face;
Gave us to hear the gospel sound,

And taste the gospel grace.
5 His presence sweetens all our cares,

And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears,

And gilds the gloom of night.

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6 Lord, we expect to suffer here,

Nor would we dare repine;
But give us still to find thee near,

And own us still for thine.
7 Let us enjoy, and highly prize,

These tokens of thy love,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise,
To worship thee above.


P.M.- A Blessing requested.
1 THY presence, gracious God, afford,

Prepare us to receive thy word;
Now let thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mix'd with what we hear:
Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,

And crown thy gospel with success.
2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,

And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfied with living bread:
Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,
And crown thy gospel with success.

P.M.- The Guests' Petition. Luke xvi, 16-24,
1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,

Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak thy grace we pray:

Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!
2 Long have we roam'd in want and pain,

Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
'Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost;
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.

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