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The Lord's Day. 333
This is His holy house, And this His festal day, When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay.
The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given ; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to Heaven.
We still, like them of old, Are in the -wilderness ; And God is still as near His fold, To pity and to bless.
Then let us open wide Our hearts for Him to fill; And He, that Israel then supplied, Will help His Israel still.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834— 1841. |
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The day of rest once more comes round,
A day to all believers dear; The silver trumpets seem to sound, That call the tribes of Israel near; Ye people all, Obey the call, And in Jehovah's courts appear.
Obedient to Thy summons, Lord, We to Thy sanctuary come ;
Thy gracious presence here afford, And send Thy people joyful home ; |
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