Pearsall. 76.76.76.76. St. Gall. Kathol Gesangbuch. There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.-Heb. iv. 9. mf 665 As Thou didst rest, O Father, mf3 So lead us on to heaven, O'er nature's finished birth, As Thou didst in Thy work rejoice, And bless the new-born earth; cr So give us now that Sabbath rest, Which makes Thy children free, f Free, for the work of love to man, Of thankfulness to Thee. mf2 But in Thy worship, Father, O lift our souls above, By holy word, by prayer and hymn, dim Till e'en the dull cold work of earth, Where in Thy presence blest dim"The wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest;" cr Where faith is lost in vision, Where love hath no alloy, And through eternity there flows The deepening stream of joy. f 4 To Thee who giv'st us freedom, Our Father and our King; To Thee the risen Lord of Life, Our ransomed spirits sing. Thou fill'st the Church in earth and O Holy Ghost,-to Thee, [heaven: In warfare's toil, in victory's rest, Eternal glory be. Amen. Oberlin. 88.88,6. ALFRED BARRY. In His temple doth every one speak of His glory.-Psa. xxix. 9. 1667 GOD is in His temple, cr The Almighty Father! Round His footstool let us gather :Him with adoration Serve, the Lord most holy, Who hath mercy on the lowly. Let us raise Hymns of praise, For His great salvation:- f 2 Christ comes to His temple: He hath turned our sadness, Our deep gloom to light and gladness! cr Let us raise Hymns of praise, For our bonds are severed:- f 3 Come, and claim Thy temple, In our hearts Thy home inherit:- Hymns of praise, In the eternal temple! Amen. W, TIDD MATSON, In loftiest songs of praise All-hail, triumphant Lord! Come,bless the day that God hath blest, cr Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.-Psa. lxxxiv. 1. mf 669 LORD of the worlds above, The dwellings of Thy love, mf 20 happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! cr They praise Thee still; and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill. How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts.-Psa, lxxxiv. 1. mf 670 PLEASANT are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love; For the converse of Thy saints, mf 2 Happy birds that sing and fly Round Thy altars, O Most High; Happier they that find a rest In a heavenly Father's breast: dim Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, cr They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. mf3 Happy they, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe; cr Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies: f On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, dim At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. mp4 Lord, be mine this prize to win; Guide me through a world of sin; Keep me by Thy saving grace; Give me at Thy side a place. cr Sun and Shield alike Thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart; f Grace and glory flow from Thee, Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me. Amen. H. F. LYTE. |