9: DARIEN. L. M. L. MASON. 1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; 4 To show thy love by morn-ing light, And talk of all thy truth at night. SOMERVILLE. L. M. Templi Carmina. 1. My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of Thy returning day; 9:24 9:2 My thoughts, O God, as - cend to Thee, While thus my ear-ly vows I pay. 1. LORD of the Sabbath and its light, The solace of my care-worn breast. 2. Its dewy morn, its glowing noon, Its tranquil eve, its solemn night, Pass sweetly; but they pass too soon, And leave me saddened at their flight. 3. Yet sweetly as they glide along, And hallowed tho' the calm they yield, Transporting though their rapturous song, And heavenly visions seem revealed ;— 4. My soul is desolate and drear, My silent harp untuned remains, 5. Oh! Jesus, let me ever hail Thy presence with the day of rest ; 9. L. M. 1. ANOTHER Six day's work is done;. 2. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 3. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise 4. This heavenly calm within the breast 1. BE still! be still! for all around, 2. Thou, tossed upon the waves of care 3. Thou who hast laid within the grave 4. Thou who hast dear ones far away, 5. Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin, 1. WITHIN Thy courts have millions met, 2. Still as the light of morning broke 3. From east to west the sun surveyed, The stars came forth to hear their songs. 4. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh, Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. 5. The poor in spirit Thou hast fed, The feeble soul hath strengthened been, MONTGOMERY. BEETHOVEN, L. M. Arranged by L. MASON. 3 22 1. Blest hour when mortal man re - tires To hold com-munion with his God, To send to heaven his warm de-sires, And listen to the sa cred word. dd. 12. L. M. 2. Blest hour when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While all around the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3. Blest hour when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4. Blest hour, for where the Lord resortsForetastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find His earthly courts The house of God, the gate of Heaven. RAFFLES. 13. L. M. 1. How sweet to leave the world awhile, That we may here converse with Thee: 3. "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear, 14. L. M. KELLY. 1. WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honor shall we pay? How spread his sovereign name abroad?] 1. ANOTHER day has passed along, 2. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours, the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 3. The time how lovely and how still; Peace shines and smiles on all belowThe plain, the stream, the wood, the hillAll fair with evening's setting glow. 4. Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love- Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; EDMESTON. 16. L. M. 1. SWEET Sabbath bells! I love your voiceYou call me to the house of prayer; Oft have you made my heart rejoice, When I have gone to worship there. 2. But now, a prisoner of the Lord, His hand forbids, I can not go; And here the sweets of worship know. 4. His sanctuary is the heart There, with the contrite, will He rest; Lord, come, a Sabbath frame impart, And make Thy temple in my breast. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. 17. L. M. 1. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 2. Long have we roamed in want and pain, 18. L. M. WEBER. 20. L. M. 1. DEAR is the hallowed morn to me, 2. And dear to me the winged hour 3. And dear to me the loud Amen 4. Oft when the world, with iron hands, 5. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, 21. L. M. 1. ERE to the world again we go, Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, 2. May the great truths we here have heard- 3. O, may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above. 22. L. M. 1. DISMISS us with Thy blessing, Lord; 2. Though we are guilty, Thou art good; HART. |