AFELY through another week, Let us now a blessing seek, 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Show thy reconciling face Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free,- A NOTHER six days' work is done; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest; Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 3 This heavenly calm within the breast, 4 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away; A-men. 2 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, That see this heavenly light! 3 The watchmen join their voice, A-men. 3 In honor to his name Reflect that sacred light: And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright: Pursue his praise Till sovereign love, In worlds above, The glory raise. 4 There on his holy hill While round his throne In nobler spheres, Ten thousand stars, His influence own. A-men. |