5 But I shall share a glorious part, 6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, 541 C. M. The Lord's Day. Ps. 118. WATTS. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; 2 To-day he rose and left the dead, To-day the saints his triumphs spread, 3 Hosanna to the anointed King, Help us, O Lord; descend and bring 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men Who comes in God his Father's name, 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, 542 S. M. WATTS. The Lord's Day. Ps. 118. 1 SEE what a living Stone The builders did refuse! Yet God hath built his church thereon, 2 The work, O Lord, is thine, 3 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; 4 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood; Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring 5 We bless thy holy word, Which all this grace displays, 543 L. M. DODDRIDGE. The eternal Sabbath. 1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; 4 No rude alarms of raging foes, 5 O long-expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; 544 L. M. Lord's Day Morning. MRS. STEELE. 1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers; May we employ in work divine These solemn, these devoted hours! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly; Where God resides appear no more ; Omniscient God, thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore. 3 The word of life, dispensed to-day, Invites us to a heavenly feast; May every ear the call obey! Be every heart an humble guest! 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, 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 |