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3 Hosannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Salvation from thy throne.
With messages of grace;
To save our sinful race.
The church on earth can raise;
Shall give him nobler praise.
46. Delight in Ordinances. (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
dear God bath been,
Of pleasurable sin.
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
47. The Lord's Day. (C.M.)
LESS'D morning, whose young dawning
(rays That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode! 2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
The third, th' appointed day.
To hold our God in vain ;
And burst their feeble chain.
These sacred hours we pay,
The triumph of the day.
To our victorious King ;
With glad hosannas ring.
48. For the Lord's Day Morning. (L. M.) 1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
sabbah ; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
And gives this day the food of seven.
As grateful incense, to the skies;
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 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away:
The same. (P.M.)
And burst the slothful band,
Our noblest songs demand :
of praise. 2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resign'd
Her dark domains confin'd:
3. All hail, triumpbant LORD!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
Thy praise responsive sings;
Through endless years to live and reign. 4. Gird on, great God, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
Maintain the glorious war;
For the Lord's Day. (P. M.)
may our souls, adoring, own
Where God resides appear no more ;
And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life, dispens’d to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
4 Thy Spirits powerful aid impart,
O may thy word, with life divine,
The same. (L. M.)
I THANKS to thy name, O Lord, that we
One glorious sabbath more behold;
2 Now, Lord, among thy tribes appear,
And let thy presence fill the throng;
3 Gather the lambs into thine arms,
And satisfy their every want,
And gently lead them lest they faint.
Thy wand'ring sheep, and bring them back;
And save them, for thy mercy's sake. 5 Dear tender-hearted Shepherd, look,
And let our wants thy bowels move;