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This is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
The church on earth can raise : The highest heavens in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.
O how delightful is the road
6. P. M.
7. L. M.
1. ETERNAL source of life and thought, Be all beneath thyself forgot! Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne.
9. L. M.
the Lord; the Lord is good;
HALLELUIA-praise the Lord.
11. P. M. Happy hours ! all hours excelling
When, from worldly thoughts withdrawn, Joyful we approach the dwelling
Which the smiles, of heaven adorn. Peace and hope and zeal combining,
O'er the soul sweet influence shed, And, from earthly cares refining,
Bless the heavenly path we tread.
1. Welcome, sweet day of rest
Which saw the Saviour rise; Welcome to this reviving breast
And these rejoicing eyes.
In which our God hath been
Of pleasurable sin.
1. O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign king! Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.