HYMN CIX. L. M. I. NOTHER six days work is done, Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, II. Come, bless the LORD, whose love assigns And gives this day the food of seven. III. O 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. Iv. 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. v. With joy, great GoD, thy works we view, In various scenes, both old and new; With praise, we think on mercies past, With hope, we future pleasures taste. VI. In holy duties let the day, A HYMN CX. as 148th. Lord's Day Morning. I. WAKE, our drowsy souls, The wonders of this day Our noblest songs demand: Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays, Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise. II. At thy approaching dawn, In dark domains confin'd: Th' angelic host around him bends, And 'midst their shouts THE GOD ascends. III All hail, triumphant LORD! Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, IV. Gird on, great GOD, thy sword, V. Make bare thy potent arm, To each rebellious heart: HYMN CXI. L. M. WHAT I. HAT various hindrances we meet, Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, II Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, III. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; D IV. While Moses stood with arms spread wide, V. Have you no words? ah, think again, VI. Were half the breath thus vainly spent, GL HYMN CXII. P. M. Worthy the Lamb. I. LORY to GOD on high! Praise ye his name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing aloud evermore, Worthy the Lamb. II. JESUS, our LORD and GOD, Tell what his arm hath done, While they around the throne Those who have felt his blood IV. Join, all ye ransom'd race, Praise ye his name: In him we will rejoice, |