The powers of darkness leagued in vain,
To bind our Lord in death;
He shook their kingdom, when He fell,
By His expiring breath.
This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.
Praise therefore to the Father be,
And to the Eternal Son,
Who, quicken'd by the Spirit, hath
O'er death the triumph won.
LORD of the Sabbath! hear us pray,
In this Thy house, on this Thy day;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from the desert rise.
Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
In Thy bless'd kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
O long-expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.
COME, Sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all His own, And His the solid ground.
Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are His work, and not our own;
He form'd us by His word.
To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.
LORD, cause Thy face on us to shine;
Give us Thy peace, and seal us Thine:
Teach us to prize the means of grace,
And love Thy earthly dwelling-place.
May we in truth our sins confess,
Worship the Lord in holiness,
And all Thy power and glory see,
Within Thy hallow'd sanctuary.
Bless all, whose voice salvation brings,
Who minister in holy things:
Our bishops, priests, and deacons bless:
Clothe them with zeal and righteousness.
Let many, in the judgment day,
Turn'd from the error of their way,
Their hope, their joy, their crown appear;
Save those who preach, and those who hear.
O King of Salem, Prince of Peace!
Bid strife among Thy subjects cease;
One is our faith, and one our Lord;
One body, spirit, hope, reward;
One God and Father of us all,
On whom Thy church and people call.
may we one communion be,
One with each other, one in Thee!
COME to Thy temple, Lord, Thy waiting church to bless ; Let here Thy glory be adored, Give here Thy Word success.
Our inmost hearts refine,
And for Thyself prepare:
Cast out all thoughts but thoughts divine,
And reign triumphant there.
Thy servants, Lord, we are,
Baptized into Thy Name;
All hurtful things put from us far,
All works of sin and shame.
Come to Thy temple, Lord,
Thine own assembly bless;
That all may offer with accord
Offerings of righteousness.
To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, ever bless'd,
The One in Three, the Three in One,
Be endless praise addrest.
PART in peace! Christ's life was peace,
Let us live our life in Him;
Part in peace! Christ's death was peace,
Let us die our death in Him:
Part in peace! Christ promise gave
Of a life beyond the grave,
Where all mortal partings cease;
Brethren, sisters, part in peace.
O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
JESUS! the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
"Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life and health and peace.
He speaks; and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honours of Thy Name.
CHILDREN of the heavenly King!
As ye journey, sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways!
Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
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