2 O Father, let thy blessing with thy saints abounding, Fill every breast with zeal, the gospel to proclaim; O sing Jerusalem, thy gates with joy surrounding, While distant isles rejoice in Jesus’ name. Watchmen of Zion, sound aloud the note of warning, Till earth’s benighted nations hail the glorious morning; O, Sun of Righteousness, thy cheering beams display, Dawn on the earth, and bring the glorious day! 3 Deep is the desolation of the race benighted Fast bound in ignorance, o’erwhelmed with guilt and fear; Folly and superstition every hope have blighted, Save where the rays of truth divine appear. Haste, haste, ye messengers, reveal the wondrous story, Tell of the cross, and of the coming tide of glory: Then, Sun of Righteousness, thy cheering beams display, Dawn on the earth, and bring the glorious day. PUBLIC WORSHIP—THE LORD’S DAY. 611 L. M. It is a good thing to give thanks, etc. Psalm 92:1. Sweet is the work, my God! my King! To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast; O! may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine. 4 Lord! I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below: And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. 612 L. M. As it began to dawn. Matt 28:1. My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of thy returning day; My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest: Eternal King, erect thy throne, And reign sole monarch in my breast. 3 O, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. 613 L. M. The Lord’s day. O sacred day of peace and joy, Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne’er may a sinful thought destroy The holy calm I find in thee.