Then may, we hope in grateful strains
With angels to adore,

When one eternal Sabbath reigns,
And suns shall beam no more.

HYMN II. C. M.

O our Creator, Saviour, Lord,
Our joyful song we raise :

For He who man to life restor❜d,
Deserves our endless praise.

We once to death a hapless prey,
To hopeless grief were giv'n;
But he who rose on this blest day,
Made mortals, heirs of heaven.

Bless, bless we then Jehovah's name,
Whose mercies never end:
And let our lips and lives proclaim
Our everlasting friend.

His sacred word of truth and peace
O may our souls retain ;

And, as in years, in grace increase,
Nor ever hear in vain.

Not this, but all our days below
May we in praise employ,
And in our Lord rejoicing go
To his eternal joy.

TH

HYMN III. C. M.

HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround his throne.

To day he rose, and left the dead,
And satan's empire fell;

To day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

Hosanna to the anointed king,
To David's holy son;

Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

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;
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our longing souls aspire,
With humble hope and strong desire.

In thy blest kingdom we shall be
From ev'y mortal trouble free;

No groans shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.

No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

O long expected day! begin,

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
With joy we'll tread the appointed road,
And wait for death, to rest with God..

G

HYMN V. P. M.

REAT God! this sacred day of thine,
Demands our souls' collected pow'rs,

May we employ a work divine,

These solemn, these devoted hours!
O may our souls adoring own

The grace that calls us to thy throne!

Hence ye vain cares and trifles fly!
Where God resides, appear no more;
Omniscient God! thy piercing eye
Can ev'ry secret thought explore;
O may thy grace our hearts improve!
And fix our thoughts on things above.

Thy spirit's pow'rful aid impart ;
O may thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart!

Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

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,
Memorial of his flesh and blood;
Thrice happy he! who here partakes
Of that blest stream, that heav'nly food.

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,
With grateful love let all attend;
Nor when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

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
Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
Will speak their joys abroad.

The sons of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From Faith and Hope may grow.

The Hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry:

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

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: