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Praise to Christ.
WHEN morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Alike at work and prayer,
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised.
2 To thee, O God, above, I cry with glowing love,
May Jesus Christ be praised: This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
3 Does sadness fill my mind, A solace here I find;
May Jesus Christ be praised: Or fades my earthly bliss, My comfort still is this:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
4 When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast:
May Jesus Christ be praised: The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant I hear:
May Jesus Christ be praised. 5 When sleep her balm denies, My silent spirit sighs,
May Jesus Christ be praised: The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say,
May Jesus Christ be praised. 6 Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine:
May Jesus Christ be praised: Be this the eternal song, Through all the ages long:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
O CHRIST! With each returning morn
Thine image to our hearts be borne;
And may we ever clearly see
Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee!
2 All hallowed be our walk this day;
May meekness form our early ray,
And faithful love our noontide light,
And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
3 May grace each idle thought control,
And sanctify our wayward soul;
May guile depart, and malice cease,
And all within be joy and peace.
4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless;
Make plain the way of holiness:
From sudden falls our feet defend,
And cheer at last our journey's end.
"Early Vows."
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My opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
2 Oh, bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain desire-
One sinful thought through all the day.
3 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.
Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sun-beams ling - 'ring there;
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.
2 The time, how lovely and how still!
Peace shines and smiles on all below; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow.
3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love,
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees the smiling heaven above.
4 Nor will our days of toil be long;
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
And we shall join the ceaseless song,
The endless Sabbath of our God.
7 "Gate of Heaven." How SWEET to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord! Dear Saviour! on thy people smile, And come, according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat, That we may here converse with thee: Ah, Lord! behold us at thy feet;
Let this the "gate of heaven" be. 3 "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear, That we by faith may see thy face: Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, And let thy presence fill this place.
FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone!
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see:
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire:
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare,
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste, above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
HOW PLEASANT, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts! thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys, and thee?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
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GREAT God! attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace!
Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all the assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory, too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore!
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"Return, my soul!"
ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blessed.
2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none, but he that feels it, knows.
3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains-
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.
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