WEET is the work, my God, my King,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth by night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part:
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head:
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wish'd below;
And every hour find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
M Be in thy Spirit, Lord,
AY I, throughout this day of thine,
Spirit of humble fear divine,
That trembles at thy word.
2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,
And fix on things above;
Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.
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ELCOME, sweet day of rest,
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day in such a place,
Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.
RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has bless'd;
Another six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
Provides a blest foretaste of heaven,
On this day more than all the seven.
3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies,
And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the bless'd pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 With joy, great God, thy works we scan,
Creation's scene, redemption's plan;
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.
6 In holy duties let the day
In holy comforts pass away;
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
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HE Saviour meets his flock to-day,
TShall I in sloth abide at home?
Shall I behind the people stay,
When Jesus kindly bids me come?
I'll go; it is a place of prayer,
In hope that God may meet me there.
2 How long did faithful Aanna wait,
And served the Lord for many years,
Attending at the temple gate,
With fasting, and with many tears!
She seldom left the house of prayer,
Till God was pleased to meet her there.
3 Then, O my Lord! give me the power;
And, like the saints, I'll watch for thee;
In earnest wait the joyful hour,
When thou shalt be revealed in me:
Now give the justifying grace,
And saved from sin, show me thy face.
4 Remove temptation, O my Lord,
And let mine enemies be slain,
Which would withdraw me from thy word,
And plunge me in the world again :
And always ready may I stand
To take my seat at thy right hand.
OME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Let us thine influence prove;
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love.
2 Come, Holy Ghost, for, moved by thee,
The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, thyself the Key,
Unseal the sacred book.
3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove,
Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disorder'd spirits move,
And let there now be light.
4 God, through himself, we then shall know, If thou within us shine;
And sound, with all thy saints below,
The depths of love divine.
ATHER of all, in whom alone We live, and move, and breathe, One bright, celestial ray dart down, And cheer thy sons beneath.
2 While in thy word we search for thee, (We search with trembling awe!) Open our eyes, and let us see
The wonders of thy law!
3 Now let our darkness comprehend
The light that shines so clear;
Now the revealing Spirit send,
And give us ears to hear.
4 Before us make thy goodness pass,
Which here by faith we know;
Let us in Jesus see thy face,
And die to all below.
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INSPIRER of the anciene sacred page,
The same through all succeeding years,
To us, in our degenerate age,
The Spirit of thy word impart,
And breathe the life into our heart.
2 While now thine oracles we read,
With earnest prayer and strong desire,
O let thy Spirit from thee proceed,
Our souls t' awaken and inspire;
Our weakness help, our darkness chase,
And guide us by the light of grace.
3 Whene'er in error's paths we rove,
The living God through sin forsake,
Our conscience by thy word reprove,
Convince, and bring the wand'rers back;
Deep wounded by thy Spirit's sword,
And then by Gilead's balm restored.
4 The sacred lessons of thy grace,
Transmitted through thy word, repeat,
And train us up in all thy ways,
To make us in thy will complete :
Fulfil thy love's redeeming plan,
And bring us to a perfect man.
5 Furnish'd out of thy treasury,
O may we always ready stand,
To help the souls redeem'd by thee,
In what their various states demand;
To teach, convince, correct, reprove;
And build them up in holiest love.
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