Text: | Lord's Day Morning |
1 To day God bids the faithful rest,
To day he show'rs his grace;
"Seek ye my face," the Lord hath said
Lord, we will seek thy face.
2 Come, let us leave the things on earth,
With God's assembly join;
Lo! Heaven descends to welcome man,
To taste the things divine!
3 We come, dear Saviour, lo! we come,
Lord of our life and soul;
We come diseas'd, and faint, and sick;
Be pleas'd to make us whole.
4 We thirst, and fly to thee, O LORD,
Thou fountain-head of good;
Filthy we come, and all uncleanl
O cleanse us in thy blood.
5 O may we please our God to day,
May that be all our care!
Give, Lord, thy grace, lest evil thoughts
Should mingle in our pray'r.
6 Amidst th' assembly of thy saints,
Let us be faithful found;
And let us join in humble pray'r,
And in thy praise abound.
7 Let thy good Spirit help our souls,
With faith thy word to hear;
Be with us in thy temple, LORD,
And let us find the near.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | To day God bids the faithful rest |
Title: | Lord's Day Morning |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Family Worship |
Source: | The Coll. |