WHILE We lowly bow before thee,
Wilt thou, gracious Saviour, hear?
We are poor and needy sinners,
Full of doubt and full of fear;
Gracious Saviour,
Make us humble and sincere. 2 Fill us with thy Holy Spirit;
Sanctify us by thy grace;
Oh, incline us more to love thee,
And in dust our souls abase.
Hear us, Saviour,
And unvail thy glorious face.
3 None in vain did ever ask thee
For the Spirit of thy love;
Hear us, then, dear Saviour, hear us; Grant an answer from above;
In thy name, O Lord! assembling, We, thy people, now draw near; Teach us to re
joice with trembling; Speak,and let thy ser-vants hear,-Hear with meekness,-Hear thy word with god-ly fear.
TO THY pastures fair and large,
Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge,
And my couch, with tenderest care,
'Mid the springing grass prepare.
2 When I faint with summer's heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.
3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread,
With thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard-and that my guide.
4 Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend;
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
SOFTLY fades the twilight ray
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life's setting sun,
When the Christian's course is run.
2 Peace is on the world abroad;
'Tis the holy peace of God-
Symbol of the peace within
When the spirit rests from sin.
3 Still the Spirit lingers near,
Where the evening worshiper
Seeks communion with the skies,
Pressing onward to the prize.
4 Saviour! may our Sabbaths be
Days of joy and peace in thee,
Till in heaven our souls repose,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.
To thy temple we re-pair-Lord, we love to worship there, When within the vail we meet Thee up-on the mercy-seat.
Trib-ute with the ear- ly day; For thy mercies, Lord, are sure: Thy compassion doth en-dure.
LORD, it is thy holy day;
Here we meet to praise and pray; Joining with one heart and mind, Earthly cares we leave behind.
On the day which thou hast made,
Us in our rejoicings aid.
2 Glad as when the glorious shout
Of the morning stars rang out,
Thee, Creator, will we praise,
And our hymns of triumph raise.
Sun and moon, your songs unite ;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
3 Louder yet our strains be borne,
Mindful of that happy morn,
When the world's Redeemer rose,
Victor from the grave's repose;
Who by death subdued the grave:
Mighty he our souls to save.
4 Looking for that rest above,
For the Sabbath of thy love,
Here to-day by hope we rise
To our mansion in the skies:
Here by faith and love prepare
For our endless Sabbath there.
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