That we at length in joy may meet Early attention to the scripture recommended. 1 BESTOW, O Lord! upon our youth, And let the seed of sacred truth 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 3 Ye careless children hear betimes The voice of sovereign love: Your life is stain'd with numerous crimes, But mercy reigns above. 4 True, you are young, but there's a stone Within the youngest breast, Or half the sins which you have done 5 For you the public prayer is made; 6 We pray that you may early prove HYMN 94. (C. M. ST. JAMES's.) 1 Lost in the wildering maze of sin, The wicked, guiled by Satan's arts, 2 From day to day they roam for rest, They seek the living 'mong the dead, And joy where sorrows reign. 3 Estranged from Thee, Thou God of peace, What peace can sinners find? What, but the phantom Satan gives, To lure the captive mind? 4 The wicked, like the troubled sea,* And with their conscience, and with Thee, 5 Till Thou direct our feet aright, From heaven and peace, and safety far, 6 When faith, uplifting meek her eye, And grace inspires the hope of heaven ;— (P. M. BURNHAM.) Praise for the Sabbath. 1 AWAKE, ye saints awake! And hail this sacred day; * Isa. lvii. 20. In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay; Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd, The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose, And burst the bars of death, 4 Great King! gird on thy sword, On the Sabbath. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath bless'd, The day to us in mercy given; The holy sabbath of his rest, The pledge and type of rest in heaven. 2 This day within thy courts, O Lord! Thy saints delight to seek thy face, To sing thy praises, hear thy word, Unfold their wants, and taste thy grace. 3 May we the blest assembly join, To God devote this sacred day; Our earthly cares and thoughts resign, "Look up to heaven, and learn the way!" 4 May we by every sabbath grow In grace, humanity, and love; Thus, by thy holy rest below, Made fitter for thy rest above. The Sabbath an emblem and type of heaven. 1 AGAIN our weekly labours end, And we the Sabbath's call attend; Improve, our souls, the sacred rest; Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd. 2 This day may our devotions rise To heaven a grateful sacrifice; And heaven that peace of God bestow, Which none, but they who feel it, know! 3 That peace of God within the breast Is the rich foretaste of a rest, Which for the church of God remains; A rest from sin, and guilt, and pains. 4 In holy duties let this day, Heaven's type and emblem, pass away: HYMN 98. (C. M. EGYPT.) For the blessing of God on public worship. 2 Great Shepherd of thy people! hear; We stand within thy house of prayer; 3 The clouds which vail Thee from our sight, 4 Impress'd with holy fear and love, For the blessing of God on public worship. 1 JESUS! thy people love to meet, 2 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few! |