4 He hears our praises and complaints;
  And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
  We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
  And joy a constant guest! 
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
  By her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
  While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell,
  There God, my Saviour, reigns.

     Isaac Watts, 1719

43 Lisbon.  S.M.

The Sabbath Welcomed. (81)

Welcome! sweet day of rest,
  That saw the Lord arise! 
Welcome to this reviving breast,
  And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
  And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
  And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day in such a place,
  Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
  Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
  In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
  To everlasting bliss.

     Isaac Watts, 1707

44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s.  D.

The Sabbath Holy.

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,
  Before th’ eternal throne,
Sing Holy!  Holy!  Holy! 
  To the great Three in One.

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 New graces ever gaining
  From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
  To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
  To Father and to Son;
The church her voice upraises
  To thee, blest Three in One.

     Christopher Wordsworth, 1858.

45 Auburn.  C.M.

Sweet Day of Rest. (66)

Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
  On this sweet day of rest;
Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold
  Enjoy a heavenly rest.

2 Welcome, and precious to my soul
  Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
  When I shall rest above!

3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;
  Thy footsteps.  Lord.  I trace;
Here, in thine own appointed way,
  I wait to see thy face.

4 Those are the sweet and precious days
  On which my Lord I’ve seen;
And oft, when feasting on his word,
  In raptures I have been.

5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears. 
  In this sweet frame be found,
I’ll clasp my Savior in mine arms,
  And leave this earthly ground.