1 Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest! We hail thy glad return: Lord, make these moments blest. From low delights and mortal toys We soar to reach immortal joys. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While we address thy face. O let us feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours: Then shall our souls new life obtain, Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 13. C. P. M. Day. Attendance on Worship. 1 I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name, Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaim, With every morning light; And at the close of every day, To him my cheerful homage pay, Who guards me through the night. 2 Then in his churches to appear, And pay my humble worship there, Shall be my sweet employ: The day that saw my Saviour rise Shall dawn on my delighted eyes With pure and holy joy. 3 With grateful sorrow in my breast, I'll celebrate the dying feast Of my exalted Lord; And, while his perfect love I view, His bright example I'll pursue, And meditate his word. 14. S. P. M. Watts. Delight in the House of God. 1 How pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest; The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest. 15. 8 & 7s. M. Wesley's Coll. Divine Love. 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Father! thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every longing heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast; Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find thy promised rest. Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive, Graciously come down, and never, Never more thy temples leave. 16. L. M. Pierpont. Universal Worship.