Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sa-cred rest;
1. I hail thy kind return; Lord, make these moments blest:} From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach im - mor- tal joys.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
4 To him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend.
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove:
His name shall stand forever:
That name to us is Love.
James Montgomery.
1 Now to Thy sacred house,
With joy I turn my feet,
Where saints, with morning-vows,
In full assembly meet:
Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from Thy throne Thy mercy shine. 2 O send Thy light abroad;
Thy truth with heavenly ray
Shall lead my soul to God,
And guide my doubtful way;
I'll hear Thy word with faith sincere,
And learn to fear and praise the Lord.
3 Now in Thy holy hill,
Before Thine altar, Lord! My harp add song shall sound The glories of Thy word: Henceforth, to Thee, O God of grace! A hymn of praise my life shall be. Timothy Dwight,
5. Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
6. Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
7. It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.
Pray, Always Pray.
1. Pray, always pray; the Holy Spirit pleads
Within thee all thy daily, hourly needs.
2. Pray, always pray; beneath sin's heavy load
Prayer sees the blood from Jesus' side that flowed.
3. Pray, always pray; though weary, faint and lone,
Prayer nestles by the Father's sheltering throne.
4. Pray, always pray; amid the world's turmoil
Prayer keeps the heart at rest, and nerves for toil.
5. Pray, always pray; if joys thy pathway throng,
Prayer strikes the harp, and sings the angel's song.
6. All earthly things with earth shall fade away;
Prayer grasps eternity; pray, always pray.
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!
3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O, abide with me!
4 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
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Henry F. Lyte.
JOSEPH BARNBY.
1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel
of the Lord came down, And glo-ry shone a-round, And glo-ry shone a-round. AMEN.
Come, Ye Thankful People. Tune 183
1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home:
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of the harvest-home.
2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home,
From His field shall in that day
All offenses purge away;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To thy final harvest-home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, forever purified,
In thy presence to abide:
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home.
Henry Alford.
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