SOMERVILLE. L. M. Templi Carmina. 1. My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of Thy returning day; My thoughts, O God, ascend to Thee, While thus my ear r-ly vows I pay. 1. LORD of the Sabbath and its light, The solace of my care-worn breast. 2. Its dewy morn, its glowing noon, Its tranquil eve, its solemn night, 3. Yet sweetly as they glide along, And hallowed tho' the calm they yield, Transporting though their rapturous song, And heavenly visions seem revealed;— 4. My soul is desolate and drear, My silent harp untuned remains, To heal my wounds and soothe my pains. 5. Oh! Jesus, let me ever hail Thy presence with the day of rest; 9. L. M. 1. ANOTHER Six day's work is done; 2. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 3. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose 4. This heavenly calm within the breast 3. Thou who hast laid within the grave 4. Thou who hast dear ones far away, 5. Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin, 11. L. M. 1. WITHIN Thy courts have millions met, 2. Still as the light of morning broke 3. From east to west the sun surveyed, The stars came forth to hear their songs, 4. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh, Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. 5. The poor in spirit Thou hast fed, The feeble soul hath strengthened been, MONTGOMERY. BEETHOVEN, L. M. Arranged by L. MASON. 3 2 1. Blest hour when mor- tal man re - tires To hold com-munion with his 9:3 d. P God, To send to heaven his warm de-sires, And lis - ten to the sa- cred word. 12. L. M. 2. Blest hour when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While all around the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3. Blest hour when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4. Blest hour, for where the Lord resortsForetastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find His earthly courts. The house of God, the gate of Heaven. 13. L. M. RAFFLES. 1. How sweet to leave the world awhile, That we may here converse with Thee: 3. "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear, 14. L. M. KELLY. 1. WHEN, as returns this solemn day, 1. ANOTHER day has passed along, And soft the sunbeams lingering there; Peace shines and smiles on all belowThe plain, the stream, the wood, the hillAll fair with evening's setting glow. 4. Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love- Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; EDMESTON. 16. L. M. 1. SWEET Sabbath bells! I love your voiceYou call me to the house of prayer; Oft have you made my heart rejoice, When I have gone to worship there. 2. But now, a prisoner of the Lord, His hand forbids, I can not go; And here the sweets of worship know. 4. His sanctuary is the heart There, with the contrite, will He rest; Lord, come, a Sabbath frame impart, And make Thy temple in my breast. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. 17. L. M. 1. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 2. Long have we roamed in want and pain, 18. L. M. WEBER. 20. L. M. 1. DEAR is the hallowed morn to me, 2. And dear to me the winged hour 3. And dear to me the loud Amen 4. Oft when the world, with iron hands, 5. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, That bears us to a Father's arms. 21. L. M. 1. ERE to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, 2. May the great truths we here have heard- 3. O, may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above. 22. L. M. 1. DISMISS us with Thy blessing, Lord; 2. Though we are guilty, Thou art good; HART. 9 2 2 1. Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice as - cending high; To thee will I di 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 4. But to Thy house will I resort, 5. Oh! may Thy spirit guide my feet, 24. C. M. 1. EARLY, my God, without delay, WATTS. 2. So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, 3. I've seen Thy glory and Thy power 4. Not life itself, with all its joys, 5. Thus, till my last expiring day, 25. C. M. WATTS. 1. THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 2. To-day he rose and left the dead, To-day the saints His triumph spread, 3. Hosanna to th' anointed King, Help us, O Lord-descend and bring 4. Blest be the Lord who comes to men 5. Hosanna in the highest strains |