1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet Make every path of duty straight, 1 SOON as the morning rays appear, My voice shall reach thy listening ear, 2 Within thy house my voice shall rise Before thy mercy-seat; There will I fix my steadfast eyes, That saw the Lord arise; And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where God my Saviour's been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay Till call'd to rise, and soar away, 1 WELCOME, delightful morn! Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return; Lord make these moments blest. While saints address thy face; 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; And bless these sacred hours: Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone; Its flattering, fading glories I despise, And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes: Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love, And waft it to the blissful realms above! 51 HYMN. L. M. The Rest of the Sabbath. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done; Return, my soul-enjoy thy rest; 2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, 4 With joy, great God, thy works we view, 5 In holy duties let the day In holy pleasures, pass away; Type of that everlasting rest, HYMN. L. M. 53 Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath imp 1 COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day, Come, bear our thoughts from earth away Now, let our noblest passions rise With ardour to their native skies. 2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine, With rays of light upon us shine; And let our waiting souls be blest, On this sweet day of sacred rest. 3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er, And we arrive on Canaan's shore, With all the ransom'd, we shall spend A Sabbath which shall never end. 1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine These solemn, consecrated hours: Can every secret thought explore; And where thou art intrude no more: And bid thy word, with life divine, Our noblest songs demand: Th' angelic host around him bends, And midst their shouts the God ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heav'n with hosannas rings; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings! "Worthy art thou, who once wast slain Through endless years to live and reign." 4 Gird on, great God, thy sword, Ascend thy conqu❜ring car, While justice, truth, and love, Maintain the glorious war: Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, And sin and hell in triumph lead. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Dispels the darkness of the night, 2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt A sinful world in gloom! Oh! what a Sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb! |