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2 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

3 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

4 O may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

5 The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

3.

42. 43. 97. 181.

C. M.

The Lord's day.

BARBAULD.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eye-lids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

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P. M.

J. TAYLOR.

Return of the Lord's day.
BLESSED sabbath of the Lord,
Sweet return of public praise!
Still we live to hear his word,
Grateful for his solemn days.
Let the world in darkness frown,
And our mortal comforts fail;
From the glories of his throne
Light shall cheer the gloomy vale.
Great object of our faith! to thee we bow,
And in thy church record the solemn vow.

6.

264.

S. M.

MONTGOMERY.

The delight of worship,

1

GLAD was my heart to hear
My old companions say,

Come, in the house of God appear,
For 'tis a holy day.

2 Our willing feet shall stand
Within the temple-door;

4

While young and old, in many a band,
Shall throng the sacred floor.

Pray for Jerusalem,

The city of our God:

The Lord from heaven be kind to them

That love the dear abode !

Within these walls may peace

And harmony be found: Zion, in all thy palaces,

Prosperity abound!

5 For friends and brethren dear,
Our prayer shall never cease:
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace!

30. 33. 121. 156.

7.

L. M.

The Lord's day morning.

Jos. STENNETT.

1 ANOTHER six-days' work is done Another sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

;

Improve the day which God hath blest.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense, to the skies!

And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!
3 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.
4 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!

8.

88.157. 217.

C. M.

EDMESTON.

The Lord's day.

1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek;

How sweet to hail the evening's close,
That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,

When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!

8 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet, while they gently roll,

Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A sabbath o'er my soul!

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er;
That sabbath dawn, which needs no sun,
That day, which fades no more?

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The Lord's day.

E. TAYLOR.

1 O FATHER! though the anxious fear
May cloud tomorrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be thine at least today.
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy sacred shrine;
But each unholy thought departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.
3 O Father! God below, above!

Man's noblest work is praising thee;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.

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The Lord's day.

WATTS.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning-light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my

breast;

may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels, how divine!

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