1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,
And worship in thy fear;
I will frequent thy holy court
To taste thy mercies there.
4 O, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace,
And make the path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
12. L. M. 61.
Worship on the Sabbath.
1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine
Demands the soul's collected powers:
With joy, we now to thee resign
These solemn, consecrated hours;
O may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And where thou art, intrude no more:
O may thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,
And bid thy words, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
Episcopal Coll.
13. C. M.
The Lord's Day.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 This day the Saviour left the dead,
And death's dark empire fell;
This day the saints his triumphs spread
And all his wonders tell.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
4 Hosanna! in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign king;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God! 'tis he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work and not our own,
The sheep which on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy;
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thankful honors there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure,
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
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Thanks for Divine Mercy.
1 KIND Dispenser of each blessing
Which surrounds the human race,
May we, gratefully possessing,
Still adore thy boundless grace.
Halleluiah!
Praise to God, immortal praise.
2 Thus, with humble adoration,
We attend before thy throne,
And with grateful exultation,
Thine abundant mercy own.
Halleluiah!
Praise belongs to thee alone. 3 In thine every dispensation Love and mercy we descry;
Thou, the God of our salvation,
To preserve us still art nigh.
Halleluiah!
Glory be to God on high !
1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul !
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name
Whose favors are divine.
2 O, bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins;
"Tis he relieves thy pain;
"Tis he who heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
He ransoms from the grave;
He, who redeems thy soul from death,
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for the oppressed.
1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God, who made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure,
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind,
The Lord supports the sinking mind,
And gives the troubled conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him!
Praise him, angels, in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light.
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
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