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1. Sweet is the work, my God, iny King,
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing;
And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3. My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word;
How deep Thy counsels, how divine !
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Blasts them in everlasting death. 5. But I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
All I desired or wished below;
1. How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are !
To meet th' assemblies of Thy saints. 2. My flesh would rest in Thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
So far from all my joys and Thee!
Within the temple of Thy grace;
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. 4. Blessed are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:
They lean upon their helper, God.
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
1. My opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of Thy returning day;
pay. 2. Oh bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away ;
One sinful thought through all the day. 3. Then, to Thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
But there's a nobler rest above;
With cheerful hope, and strong desire. 2. No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
Which warble from immortal tongues;
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
But there's a nobler rest above;
Low on our knees before Him bend;
Here on His Sabbaths we attend. 2. Arise into Thy resting place,
Thou, and Thine ark of strength, O Lord! Shine through the vail, we seek Thy face;
Speak, for we hearken to Thy word. 3. With righteousness Thy saints array;
Joyful Thy chosen people be;
Let all be holiness to Thee.
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
The holy calm I find in Thee.
2. Dear are Thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love,
The endless day of heaven above.
1. Jesus, where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy-seat;
And every place is hallowed ground. 2. For Thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
And going, take Thee to their home. 3. Great Shepherd of Thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
I hail Thy hallowed day of rest;
The solace of my care-worn breast. 2. Its dewy morn, its glowing noon,
Its tranquil eve, its solemn night,
And leave me saddened at their flight. 3. Yet sweetly as they glide along,
And hallowed tho' the calm they yield,
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;
To deem Thy Sabbath doubly blest.
Another Sabbath is begun.
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
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.
On either hand, is holy ground:
Will listen, while His people pray. 2. Thou, tossed upon the waves of care
Ready to sink with deep despair,