336 FAHRE FORT. 6. 7. 8. 6. 7. 8. 9. 6.

Joh. Eusebius Schmidt, 1704.

O

2 From the discoveries of Thy law, The perfect rules of life I draw;

These are my study and delight; Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that has the furnace passed, Appears so pleasing to the sight.

3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,

And from presumptuous sins restrain; Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719.

339 MIGDOL. L. M.

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Lowell Mason, 1841.

Thy saints.

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2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode,

My panting heart cries out for God;

My God! my King! why should I be

So far from all my joys, and Thee?

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around Thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.
5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719.

341 WAREHAM. L. M.

1 This day at Thy creating word

First o'er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine,
And fill our souls with light Divine.

2 This day the Lord for sinners slain
In might victorious rose again:
O Jesus, may we raised be
From death of sin, to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven-flame:
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray.
4 0 day of Light, and Life, and Grace,
From earthly toils sweet resting-place,
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
Give we again to God above!

Bishop William W. How, 1854

William Knapp, 1738.

Ob

2 Now met to pray, and bless Thy Name, Whose mercies flow each day the same, Whose kind compassions never cease, We seek instruction, pardon, peace. 3 Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love, But look for truer rest above; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 4 In Thy blest kingdom we shall be From every mortal trouble free;

No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues;

5 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

6 O long-expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Break, morn of God, upon our eyes;
And let the world's true Sun arise!
Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1737, alt.