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38. For a Blessing on the Word. (P. M.)
To make it spring and grow:
39. After Sermon. (P. M.)
Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,
All our souls in safety keep!
What is pleasing in his sight;
And preserve us day and night!
Who the cov'nant seal'd with blood,
Loud thanksgivings to our God.
40. The same. (P. M.)
Stay not for the morrow's sun :
Harder is she to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun: Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinper, to return,
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
LORD'S DAY. 41. For a Lord's Day Morning. (S. M.)
Declares its Maker Go
Proclaim his pow'r abroad,
Still keep their course the same; While night to day, and day to night,
Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry diff'rent land
Their gen’ral voice is known ; They shew the wonders of his hand,
And orders of his throne.
Here he reveals his word:
To bid us know the Lord.
5 His statutes and commands
Are set before our eyes:
Where our salvation lies.
His truth without deceit;
And his rewards are great.
Thy glory to proclaim,
In my Redeemer's name.
42. For a Lord's Day Morning (S. M.)
Begins his glorious way;
And life and light convey.
It spreads diviner light,
And gives the blind their sight.
And all thy judgments just!
And men securely trust.
Are thy directions giv'n!
But find the path to heav'n.
43. The Morning of a Lord's Day. (C.M.)
ARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face:
Without thy cheering grace.
Beneatli a burning sky,
And they must drink or die.
Thro' all thy temple shine;
That vision so divine !
Can please my soul so well,
And in thy presence dwell.
Can my best passions move,
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and King ;
And tune my lips to sing.
WEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
; 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 refind my heart,
head. 5 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears nom ore:
Nor Satan break my peace again.
All I desir'd or wish'd below:
The same. (C. M.) 1 THIS THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
And praise surround the throne.
And Satan's empire fell ;
And all his wonders tell.