4 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart; RIPPON'S COL. 545 H. M. The Lord's Day Morning. 1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls; In songs of praise. 2 At thy approaching dawn, Around him bends, And 'midst their shouts 3 All hail, triumphant Lord; Heaven with hosannas rings; Who once wast slain, 546 L. M. Sabbath Hymn. MRS. BARBAuld. 1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day, 3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 547 C. M. Sabbath Hymn. MRS. BARBauld. 1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Ye shall not dim the light that streams 2 To-morrow will be time enough 3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts; And, purged from sin, may I behold When men to God their homage pay, 2 Lord, in thy sacred hour, Within thy courts, we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, 3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod, Nor only is the day thine own 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky, Thy Sabbath the stupendous march 5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight, 549 L. M. God the Glory and Defence of Sion. WATTS. 1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage; 4 God is our Shield, and God our Sun; 550 S. P. M. WATTS. Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 HOW pleased and blessed was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We'll haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest; The man that seeks thy peace, A thousand blessings on him rest. 4 My tongue repeats her vows "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And, since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. 551 H. M. PRINCE'S N. E. VERS. Ps. 134. 1 YE servants of the Lord, Who in the Lord's house wait, By silent night, 2 Lift, in his holy place, Your joyful hands on high, Who made the earth and sky." Thee greatly bless, From Zion hill. 435 |