Then may, we hope in grateful strains When one eternal Sabbath reigns, HYMN II. C. M. O our Creator, Saviour, Lord, For He who man to life restor❜d, We once to death a hapless prey, Bless, bless we then Jehovah's name, His sacred word of truth and peace And, as in years, in grace increase, Not this, but all our days below TH HYMN III. C. M. HIS is the day the Lord hath made, To day he rose, and left the dead, To day the saints his triumphs spread, Hosanna to the anointed king, Help us, O Lord! descend and bring Hosanna in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise ; Those brighter worlds in which he reigns Shall give him nobler praise. L HYMN IV. L. M. ORD of the sabbath! hear us pray In this thy house, on this thy day; Accept as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy servants rise. Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord we love; In thy blest kingdom we shall be No groans shall mingle with the songs No rude alarms of raging foes, O long expected day! begin, Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: G HYMN V. P. M. REAT God! this sacred day of thine, May we employ a work divine, These solemn, these devoted hours! The grace that calls us to thy throne! Hence ye vain cares and trifles fly! Thy spirit's pow'rful aid impart ; Then shall the day indeed be thine; For the Sacrament. HYMN VI. L. M. MY God! and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with loveo'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all thy goodness know. Hail sacred feast! which Jesus makes, O let thy table honour'd be And furnish'd well with joyful guests, And may each soul salvation see That here its sacred pledges taste! Let all approach with hearts prepar❜d, HYMN VII. S. M. NOME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround the Throne. The sorrows of the mind Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; The sons of grace have found Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, The Hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground C For Christmas Day. HYMN VIII. P. M. HRISTIANS awake! salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born: Rise to adore the mystery of love Which hosts of angels chanted from above: |