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Halleluia! The Lord is risen indeed!

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #[112] (1812) Languages: English

What favor, Lord, that I should meet

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #1 (1812) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 What favor, Lord, that I should meet With saints around thy mercy-seat, And love the house of pray'r! What once was weariness and pain, Is now my choice, delight and gain, The solace of my care! 2 O let returning Sabbaths be A sign between my soul and thee Of mercy, love, and peace! This one desire I'd seek with zeal Within thine earthly courts to dwell Until I see thy face! Languages: English

The joyful morn, my God, is come

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #2 (1812) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 The joyful morn, my God, is come That calls me to thy honored dome Thy presence to adore: My feet the summons shall attend, With willing steps thy courts ascend, And tread the hallow'd floor. 2 Hither from Judah's utmost end, The Heaven protected tribes ascend; Their offerings hither bring: Here eager to attest their joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ And hail th'immortal king. 3 Be Peace implor'd by each on Thee, O Sion, while with bended knee To Jacob's God we pray: How bless'd who calls himself thy friend! Success his labor shall attend, And safety guard his way. 4 O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, Nor war's wild waste deplore; May plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand, Distribute all her store. 5 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail, How can my tongue, O Sion, fail To bless thy lov'd abode? How cease the zeal that in me glows, Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose The mansions of my God? Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English

Another six days' work is done

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #3 (1812) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Another six day's work is done, Another Sabbath is begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest; Improve the day thy God hath bless'd. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of Heaven, And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 With joy, great God, thy works we view, In various scenes both old and new; With praise, we think on mercies past, With hope, we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day In holy pleasures, pass away: How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end! Languages: English

Awake, our drowsy souls

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #4 (1812) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Awake, our drowsy souls, Shake off each slothful band, The wonders of this day Our noblest songs demand! Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays, Bright Seraphs hail in songs of praise. 2 At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death resign'd The glorious prince of Life, In dark domains confin'd. Th'angelic host around him bends, And 'midst their shouts THE GOD ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant LORD, Heaven with hosannas rings; While earth, in humbler Strains, Thy priase responsive sings: Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, Thro' endless years to live and reign. 4 Gird on, great GOD, thy sword, Ascend thy conquering car, While Justice, Truth, and Love Maintain the glorious war; Victorious thou, thy foes shalt tread, And sin and hell in triumph lead. 5 Make bare thy potent arm, And wing th'unerring dart, With salutary pangs, To each rebellious heart: Then dying souls for life shall sue, Numerous as drops of morning dew. Languages: English

Great God, this sacred day of thine

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #5 (1812) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Great God, this sacred day of Thine Demands the souls' collected powers; May we employ in works divine These solemn, these devoted hours! O may our souls, adoring, own The grace that calls us to thy throne! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles fly, Where God resides appear no more; Omniscient God! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore. O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life, dispens'd to day, Invites us to a heavenly feast; May every ear the call obey, Be every heart a humble guest! O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart; Then shall the day, indeed be thine: Then shall our souls, adoring, own The grace that calls us to thy throne. Languages: English

Thanks to thy name, O Lord that we

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #6 (1812) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thanks to thy name, O Lord that we One glorious Sabbath more behold; Dear Shepherd, let us meet with thee, Among thy sheep, in this thy fold. 2 Now, Lord, among thy tribes appear, And let thy presence fill the throng; Thy awful voice let sinners hear, And bid the feeble heart be strong. 3 Gather the lambs into thine arms, And satisfy their every want, And those with young defend from harms, And gently lead them lest they faint. 4 Put forth thy shepherd's crook, and stay Thy wandering sheep, and bring them back; O bring the wandering home to-day, And save them for thy mercy's sake. 5 Dear tender-hearted Shepherd look, And let our wants thy bowels move; And kindly lead thy little flock To the sweet pastures of thy love. Languages: English

Jesus, where'er thy people meet

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #7 (1812) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind: Such ever bring thee where they come, And going take thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few! Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the might of pray'r, To strengthen faith and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 5 Behold, at thy commanding word, We stretch the curtain and the cord;* Come thou and fill this humble space, And bless us with a large increase. 6 Lord, we are few but thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; Oh, rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own. Languages: English

With conscious guilt and bleeding heart

Hymnal: NSHS1812 #8 (1812) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, Near to thy throne of grace I fly; O! Friend of friendless sinners, deign To hear my penitential cry. 2 Borne down with sin's tremendous load, I cannot raise my soul to thee; E'en when I would approach thy throne, Through unbelief I'm kept away. 3 O! sov'reign, gracious, pow'rful God, Compel my sins to quit their seat; And cloth'd with Jesus' finish'd robe, I'll dare approach my Savior's feet. 4 My first, my only cry shall be, "Thy sanctifying grace impart, And form my soul alike to thee, And dwell forever in my heart." 5 Then, when I quit this vale of tears, Uncloth'd with flesh my soul shall rise: Adorn'd with ev'ry shining grace, Shall reign with God above the skies. Languages: English