1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; Thy saints adore thy holy name; Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee, And, humbly, thy protection claim. 2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust; The breath of life thy Spirit gave; Where, but in thee, can mortals trust? Who, but our God, has power to save? 3 Still may thy children in thy word Their common trust and refuge see; O bind us to each other, Lord, By one great tie,--the love of thee. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise, With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day. 46. S. M. Watts. The Sabbath Welcomed. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of folly and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, Till called to rise and soar away To everlasting bliss. 47. S. M. Watts. Public Worship. Ps. 95. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing: Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne; Come, bow before the Lord; We are his works, and not our own: He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 48. C. M. Jervis. Homage and Devotion. 1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above-- That glorious temple in the skies Where dwells eternal love. 2 Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee Our filial duty pay; Thy service, unconstrained and free, Conducts to endless day. 3 While in thy house of prayer we kneel With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear. 4 With fervor teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring. 49. L. M. Newton. The Lord's Day. 1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest, Which hides us from the world awhile! 2 How happy they, whose lot is cast Where Christ invites the "weary" yet; They find their sorrows quickly past, And all their burdens soon forget.