The Otterbein Hymnal | Page 7

meet our Savior here.
2 Within those walls let holy peace. And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease-- The wounded spirit heal.
3 The feeling heart, the melting eye. The humble mind bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.
4 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers; And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.
5 Shew us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise; And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise.
John Newton, 1779, _a._
41 Mear. C.M.
Dedication. (1175)
Oh, thou, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea! Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send, Within these walls t' abide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by thy side!
3 May erring minds, that worship here, Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray.
4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While, round these hallowed walls, the storm Of earth-born passion dies.
William C. Bryant, 1835
42 Mear. C.M.
_Psalm 122._ (106)
How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say-- "In Zion let us all appear-- And keep the solemn day!"
2 I love her gates, I love the road; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there.
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.
John Mason, 1683.
46 Auburn. C.M.
_Sabbath Morn._ (60)
How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies! So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise.
2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! How soon the gloom hath fled! So o'er the new created sight Celestial bliss is spread.
3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air! So calm may we this Sabbath be, And free from worldly care.
4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade Our bosoms all our days; And let each passing hour be made A herald of thy praise.
5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet It flows from Jesus' breast; It makes our bliss on earth