629 7s, 6 lines. Springs in the desert. Isaiah 49:10. Safely through another week God has brought us on our way; Let us each a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the blest Redeemer’s name, Show thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly care set free, May we rest this day in thee. 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. 630 H. M. The resurrection celebrated. 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. 632 H. M. Welcome, delightful morn.