3 Here we come thy name to praise, Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear; Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting rest.
4 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners--comfort saints: Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief to all complaints: Thus let all our worship prove, Till we join thy courts above.
5 Glory be to God on high-- God, whose glory fills the sky; Glory to the Lamb be given-- Glory in the highest heaven: Wisdom, riches, praise, and power, Be to God for evermore.
Awake, ye saints, awake, And hail the sacred day; In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay; Come bless the day that God hath blest, The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn The Lord of life arose, And burst the bars of death, And vanquished all our foes; And now he pleads our cause above, And reaps the fruit of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heaven with hosannas rings; All earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings; Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, Through endless years to live and reign.
631 H. M. A day in thy courts, etc. Psalm 84:10.
To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door, Than shine in courts.
2 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defense; With gifts his hands are filled; We draw our blessings thence: He will bestow On Israel's race Peculiar grace, And glory too.
3 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves-- From pure and upright souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee.
Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return-- Lord, make these moments blest; From the low train of mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend And fill his throne with grace; The scepter, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face: Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.
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, Bending before the throne, Sing holy, holy, holy, To God the holy One.