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1 SOV'REIGN and transforming Grace!
We invoke thy quickening power;
Reign the spirit of this place,
Bless the purpose of this hour.
2 Holy and creative Light!

We invoke thy kindling ray;
Dawn upon our spirits' night;

Turn our darkness into day.
3 To the anxious soul impart

Hope all other hopes above;
Stir the dull and hardened heart
With a longing and a love.


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Invocation. 1 THOU Power and Peace! in whom we find All holiest strength, all purest love, The rushing of the mighty wind,

The brooding of the gentle dove,— 2 Forever lend thy sovereign aid,

And urge us on, and keep us thine; Nor leave the hearts which thou hast Fit temples of thy grace divine. [made 3 Nor let us quench thy saving light;

But still with softest breathings stir Our wayward souls, and lead us right, O Holy Spirit, Comforter!




Sabbath Morning.

1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day which God hath blest.

2 O that our tho'ts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies, [pose,
And draw from heaven that sweet re-
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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Creator Spirit.


ОH, come, Creator Spirit blest,
Within these souls of thine to rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.



Come, Holy Spirit! now descend; Most blessed gift which God can send ; Thou Fire of Love, and Fount of Life! Consume our sins, and calm our strife. With patience firm and purpose high, The weakness of our flesh supply; Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love. 14



Pleasure of God's Service.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and To show thy love by morning light, [sing; And talk of all thy truth at night.


Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Oh, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!


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 Lord, 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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Invoking a Blessing.. 1 LORD! when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven,thy dwelling-place, 17 And, when thou hearest, O forgive! 2 Hear when thy messengers proclaim The blessed Gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done. 3 But will indeed Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest?


4 That glory never hence depart!

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.

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WATTS. 4 How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts. 1 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, Not 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; All needful grace he will bestow, And crown that grace with glory too.

14 O God! our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.



"Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth."
WHILE thus thy throne of grace weseek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.


Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that thou art all in all.


To conscience speak thy quickening word,
Till all its sense of sin is stirred:
For we would leave no stain of guile,
To cloud the radiance of thy smile.
Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,
Till every fear and doubt depart:
For we can find no home or rest,
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest.


Morning Worship.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and
And with thyself my spirit fill. [will,

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4 And if, to make our sins depart,
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.


2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast!
A holy joy shall welcome there
This happy day of rest.

4 Then shall the day indeed be blest,
And send its hallowing power,
Its sacred calm and inward rest,
Through many a busy hour.


A Sabbath Morning.

1 How sweet, how calm this Sabbath morn!
How pure the air that breathes,
And soft the sounds upon it borne,
And light its vapor wreaths!

8 Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour, the spirit fill
And thou, from whom its being flows,
O, teach it all thy will!


2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer,
For peace and joy and love,
Were answered by the very air
That wafts its strain above.

ANON. 22

The Day of Prayer and Rest.

Friends of God.

1 EARTH'S busy sounds and ceaseless din 1 UNITE, my rising thoughts, unite
In silence soft and sweet;
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sov'reign's feet.

Wake not this morning air!
A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.

3 Let each unholy passion cease,
Each evil thought be crushed,
Each anxious care that mars thy peace
In faith and love be hushed.

2 Jehovah's gentle voice is heard,
And gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.


By all its joys, I charge my heart,
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o'er.

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