RAPHAEL. 8s, 7s, 4. E. J. HOPKINS. WELCOME, days of solemn meeting; In your blessings we would share. Kindle in us heaven's own flame. 3 When the fervent heart is glowing, Holy Spirit, hear that prayer: When the song of praise is flowing, Let that song thine impress bear; Holy Spirit, Let that song thine impress bear. S. F. Smith ITALA. IOS. Arr. fr. LA FEUILLÉE. A-gain re-turns the day of ho-ly rest, Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blessed; When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, And all be pi e- ty and all be peace. 68 Penitent prayer. 2 Lord, we would bless thee for thy ceaseless care, And all thy work from day to day declare: 3 Alas! unworthy of thy boundless love, 4 Oh, by that name in which all fulness dwells, Lucy E. G.Whitmore. DARWELL. H. M. J. DARWELL. Lord of the worlds a-bove! How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To thine a - bode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. LORD of the worlds above! How pleasant, and how fair, Thine earthly temples are! Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears; Oh, glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet! Isaac Watts. And boast salvation nigh; Cheerful in God, arise and shine, While rays divine stream all abroad. 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head; The nations round thy form shall view, With lustre new, divinely crowned. Where saints, with morning-vows, In full assembly meet: Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from thy throne thy mercy shine. 2 Oh, 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 and 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. |