2 Lord! from thine inmost glory send, Within these walls t' abide, The peace that dwelleth without end Serenely by thy side! 3 May erring minds, that worship here, Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While, round these hallowed walls, the storm Of earth-born passion dies. William C. Bryant, 1835 42 Mear. C.M. _Psalm 122._ (106) How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say-- "In Zion let us all appear-- And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heavenly grace By her attendants blest! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, There God, my Saviour, reigns. Isaac Watts, 1719 43 Lisbon. S.M. _The Sabbath Welcomed._ (81) 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 in such a place, Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Isaac Watts, 1707 44 Mendebras. 7s & 6s. D. _The Sabbath Holy._ O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light! O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright! On thee, the high and lowly, Before th' eternal throne, Sing Holy! Holy! Holy! To the great Three in One. 2 On thee, at the creation. The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth. On thee, our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son; The church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Christopher Wordsworth, 1858. 45 Auburn. C.M. _Sweet Day of Rest._ (66) Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, On this sweet day of rest; Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold Enjoy a heavenly rest. 2 Welcome, and precious to my soul Are these sweet days of love; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above!