The Sabbath and the Sanctuary. C. P. M.
The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the s mons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.
With holy joy I hail the day
That warns my thirsting soul away;
What transports fill my breast!
For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,
And leads me to his rest!
Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ
And hail the immortal King.
Father in heaven, thy ceaseless love
Has brought us to this holy day;
Blest with thy kindness from above,
Another week has passed away.
Grant us, O Lord, a grateful heart
To feel thy goodness and obey:
Ne'er may we from thy love depart,
Ne'er may we leave thy heavenly way.
Thy happy children may we live,
Thy happy children may we die!
To all may God, our Father, give
A home of peace above the sky.
The Sabbath Day. 7's & 6's M.
Hark to the church-bells ringing
From spire and turret high!
Sweet messages they 're bringing,
Like voices from the sky;
They bid us seek the altar,
And there our tribute pay,
Nor let devotion falter,
This holy Sabbath day.
Around us day and nightly
The love of God is spread,
And through the seasons brightly
His royal gifts are shed;
But oh! he comes not near us
Mid pleasure's sparkling ray,
As when, in prayer, he hears us,
The holy Sabbath day.
Come from the home of gladness,
Where health and joy are known
Come from the hall of sadness,
Whence every joy is flown:-
Come to the house of praises,
Let grief be charmed away,
Where hope her anthem raises,
This holy Sabbath day.
Children's Hymn. C. M.
We come in childhood's innocence,
We come, as children, free!
We offer up, O God! our hearts
In trusting love to thee.
Well may we bend, in solemn joy,
At thy bright courts above;
Well may the grateful child rejoice
In such a Father's love.
We come not as the mighty come;
Not as the proud we bow;
But as the pure in heart should bend,
Seek we thine altars now.
"Forbid them not," the Saviour said ;-
In speechless rapture dumb,
We hear the call-we seek thy face, -
Father! we come- we come!
General Praise. 7's M.
Praise to God; oh! let us raise
From our hearts a song of praise;
Of that goodness let us sing,
Whence our lives and blessings spring.
Praise him for our happy hours;
Praise him for our varied powers;
For these thoughts that soar above;
For these hearts he made for love.
Praise the mercy that did send
Jesus for our guide and friend:
Praise him, every heart and voice,
Him who makes the world rejoice.
Children included in God's Covenant. C. M.
How large the promise, how divine,
To Abraham and his seed!
"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."
The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;
The angel of the covenant proves
And seals the blessing sure.
Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great fathers given;
He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out his children's name.
The Children in the Temple. 7's & 6's M. H. BACON.
Within the temple holy
Our Saviour came to pray,
And there the children fowly
Sang praises round his way;
And though he now is seated,
In glory, by the throne,
A child is not defeated
Who his dear love would own.
Though simple are our voices,
And faint our tribute song,
One truth our heart rejoices,
To Him our souls belong!
And should our Father spare us
A life of many years,
May sin nor error bear us
Within the vale of fears.
The Same. 8's & 7's M.
Within the temple's spacious court
Jesus hears the children's song;
There around him they resort,
A delighted, happy throng;
While hosannas, glad hosannas,
From their lips burst loud and long.
Friend of children! blessed Saviour!
Listen to our grateful lays!
May our childlike, meek behavior
Teach our lips "perfected praise;"
While hosannas, glad hosannas,
Grateful, joyful, now we raise.
Coming of the Saviour. C. M.
Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of his grace
Enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
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