"Save now, I beseech thee, O Lord."
Ps. cxviii. 25.
1 HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
2 Hosanna, Lord! thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord! thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound;
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
3 O Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this thy house of prayer;
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Where we thy parting promise claim;
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
4 But, chiefest, in our cleansèd breast,
Eternal! bid thy Spirit rest;
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure and worthy thee.
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
5 So in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
"The Lord's day."
REV. i. 10.
1 O DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee, the high and lowly,
Through ages join'd in tune,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.
2 On thee, at the Creation,
The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee most glorious
A triple light was given.
3 Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.
4 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls;
Where gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams;
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
5 May we, new graces gaining
From this our day of rest,
Attain the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
And there our voice upraising,
To Father and to Son
And Holy Ghost, be praising
Ever the Three in One. Amen.
A day in thy courts is better than a
thousand."-Ps. lxxxiv. 10.
WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may seek and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day of prayer and praise
His sacred courts within,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this;
And wait to hail the brighter day
Of everlasting bliss.
147. "This is the day which the Lord hath made."
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 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord, descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
4 Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.
"The first day of the week."
ACTS xx. 7.
1 BLEST day of God, how calm, how bright,
A day of joy and praise;
The labourer's rest, the saint's delight,
The first and best of days.
2 This day the Lord our Saviour rose
Victorious from the dead;
And, as a conqueror, his foes
In glorious triumph led.
3 This day believers doth enrich ;
May grace rest on them all :
It is their Pentecost, on which
The Holy Ghost doth fall.
4 As the first fruits an earnest prove
Of all the sheaves behind,
So they who do the Sabbath love
A happy week shall find".
"There remaineth a rest for the people of
God."-HEB. iv. 9.
1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own as grateful sacrifice
songs which from the desert rise.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
5 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 Goda.
"Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy
work."-Ps. xcii. 4.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
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