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32-Ere I sleep for every favour Ere I sleep for every favour This day show’d By my God, I will bless my Saviour O my Lord, what shall I render To Thy name, Still the same, Merciful and tender? Thou hast order’d all my goings In Thy way, Heard me pray, Sanctified my doings. Leave me not, but ever love me; Let Thy peace Be my bliss, Till Thou hence remove me. Thou my rock, my guard, my tower, Safely keep, While I sleep, Me, with all Thy power. So, whene’er in death I slumber, Let me rise With the wise, Counted in their number.

I will set him on high because he hath known my name Ps 91:14 34-Day is dying in the West Verse 1 Day is dying in the west Heav'n is touching earth with rest; Wait and worship while the night Sets her evening lamps alight, Thro' all the sky. Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of hosts Heav'n and earth are full of Thee; Heav'n and earth are praising Thee, O Lord, Most High. Verse 2 Lord of life, beneath the dome, Of the universe Thy home; Gather us, who seek Thy face, To the fold of Thy embrace For Thou art nigh. Verse 3 While the deepening shadows fall Heart of love enfolding all, Thro' the glory and the grace Of the stars that veil Thy face; Our hearts ascend. Verse 4 When forever from our sight, Pass the stars the day; The night Lord of angels, On our eyes let eternal morning rise, And shadows end.

Hymn 40: Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But servants of the heav’nly King May speak their joys abroad. The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas- This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love; He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 3There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in: Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow: Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We are marching through Immanuel's grounds To fairer worlds on high.

Hymn 39: Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne And thus surround the throne. We’re marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We’re marching upward to Zion The beautiful city of God. Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God: But children of the heavenly King, But children of the heavenly King, Must speak their joys abroad, Must speak their joys abroad, The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heav’nly fields, Before we reach the heav’nly fields. Or walk the golden streets, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry, We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground To fairer worlds on high To fairer worlds on high.

Hymn 42: Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; This is the day that Jesus found And ordained as His own. This day the God of heaven bless’d, Out of the seven days; A type of rest unto the bless’d A type of heav ‘nly days. So, let us sing unto his name And hope on for the day; When Jesus shall come in His fame, And end all earth’s vain way. Ever more till his grace he brings We shall to Jesus sing. Let’s keep rejoicing in the Lord, For ever in His word.

50-Ere another Sabbath close Ere another Sabbath close Ere again we seek repose Lord, our song ascends to Thee At Thy feet we bow the knee For the mercies of the day For this rest upon our way Thanks to Thee alone be giv’n Lord and king of earth and Heav’n Cold our services may have been Pray’rs and praises stain’d with sin But Thou canst and wilt forgive By Thy grace alone we live Whilst this thorny path we tread May Thy love our footsteps lead When our journey here is past May we rest with Thee at last May our earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joy above While our pilgrim steps we tread To the rest which knows no end

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD 45 Lord of the Sabbath For the Son of man is Lord, even of the Sabbath day. Matt. 12:18 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day in this holy house And own as grateful sacrifice The songs which from thy servants rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths Lord we love But there’s a nobler rest above; To that our lab’ring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. No more fatigue no more distress, Nor sin nor hell, shall reach the place; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose No midnight shade, no clouded sun; But sacred, high, eternal noon. O long-expected day, begin! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.

The hour is coming in which all that are in graves shall hear his voice John 5:28 144-Day of judgment Day of Judgment! Day of wonders Hark the trumpets awful sound Louder than a thousand thunders Shakes the vast creation round How the summons, how the summons Will the sinner’s heart confound See the judge, our nature wearing Clothed in majesty divine Ye who love the Lord’s appearing Then shall say “This God is mine” Gracious Saviour, gracious Saviour Own me on that day as thine At his call the dead awaken Rise to life from earth and sea All the powers of nature shaken At his call prepared to flee Careless sinner, careless sinner What will then become of Thee? The devil that deceives thee now Listen thou not to him When these riches shall pass away It shall find thee it the fire My friend, think thou/2x Of thy place in burning hell Under affliction and mockery Let this word thy counsel be The day of the Lord comes quickly Then our tears will turn to joy We shall conquer/2x When the worl

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 54: How sweet it is this holy day A day most beautiful To set aside all earthly care And lift our thoughts to heav’n How sweet it is to have the joy That comes through pard’ning grace! To say with boldness, as a son “Father who art in heav’n.” To hear the words that bring sweet Peace Sent through Thy servant’s mouth A broken heart that weeps for sin, And sees the gates of heav’n. And if thou come to Jesus Christ To wash Thy sins away The one who knows and sees the heart Will send abundant grace. Welcome, thou holy day, welcome, A day most beautiful Assembled here are we to pay Our vows and gratitude.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 52: Holy spirit come down On this thy day of rest Without Thee our worship is vain, Vanity is our pray’r Vanity is our song Our preaching will be vain Unprofitable our gathering Expect if Thou be there. Great Messenger from Heav’n Who know Thy beginning? Talk Thou to us by Thy ownself Through this Thy servant here Teach us how to seek Thee For all of our requests With groaning that can’t be uttered Take to Jesus our pray’rs. Through Thy gracious leading We hope for thy mercy Our service will be bless’d indeed If thou be with us here.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 57: How sweet the word of God to hear. From the mouth of our friends, That we should gather in Zion To keep the holy day Its env’rons and the gates i keep The decorated house The house that we built for our God Where His mercy, to show The countryard of the house of joy Where holy tribes went forth On the throne, the son of David Is judging matter there He hears our praises and our cries Like His tremendous voice That separate sinners to his doom In tremble we rejoice Let thy blessing be in the place And joy of often time. Let us give friends, and His goodness To all that serves Him there. My soul’s now pleading for Zion While i am still alive There all the relatives and friends Our Saviour too is there.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 58: How delightful is the Lord’s day, The bell that rings, the word we hear, When i feel sad and sorrowful, They always made my heart so glad. How delightful also the hour That i observe within thy courts To know the sweet pleasure in pray’r Partake the manna of Thy word. There is delight in the “Amen” From many lips that fills the house, Intermittently rise and fall, And passes to the father’s throne. The world may wish to tie me down To its six-day labour burden, Break up the chain; remove the snare, Release my soul and set me free.

Hymn 59: Hallowed day and Holy Thou holy day of rest We ought to give one full day To God, the good and kind Other days bring the tear drops Thou wipes the tears away Thou art a day of gladness I love thy happy morn. Hallowed day and holy There is no work today We will suspend our labour Until tomorrow’s day How beautiful and how bright Thou blessed day of rest Other days speak of troubles But thou give hope of rest. Hallowed day and holy Hear how the church bell says Give one day to thy maker Who gave to you six days. We shall take leave of labour To go and worship there Both we and all our dear friends On to the house of pray’r Hallowed day and holy Thy hour delights me so A taste of heav’n you give us Like that eternal rest Lord, let me be partaker Of rest beyond the grave To sing and serve thee ever With all Thy saints above.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 63: How our hearts long for Thee, Thou hallowed day of rest All the week long, we long for Thee, Thou hallowed day of rest. Thou hast taught us to know Christ rose up from the dead, All the week long, we long for thee, Thou hallowed day of rest. Telling us we shall rise As Jesus also rose All the week long, we long for thee, Thou hallowed day of rest. We heard of heav’nly rest The peaceful land of God The blessing of the holy men Thou hallowed day of rest.

Awake ye saints, awake-60 Ye shall keep my Sabbath and reverence my Sanctuary, I am the Lord Lev 19:30 Awake ye saints, awake Salute this baby morn With songs of joy and praise In adoration fall Come, bless the blessed Hold day The like of the rest, yet in heaven On this blest holy morn The Lord rose from the dead He broke the gates of death Triumphant over our foe And now He pleads for us above Gathering the harvest of love All hail to Thee thou King Hosannas raise above The earth in humble voice Joins in the glad refrain Worthy is the Lamb that was slain To live and reign forever more.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD 64-All times and Seasons and they cried with a loud voice saying, How long is the Lord? Rev 6:10 All times and Seasons months and years These are created by God Day is given for us to work But night is meant for sleep He also made a day of rest Out of seven days He gave one So that man may have a whole day Given to worship His God Six days there are in which to work Let us do it as we ought On the seventh let us gather In Gods house to worship there On this day we all meet to pray And we sing our sings to him We praise and glorify our God Who is the greatness of all Now let us lift high our praises The praises of our Lord God Raise the anthem swell the music In sweet praises of our God

Praise the king of glory-68 Oh sing unto the Lord a new song for he hath done marvelous things Ps 98:1 Praise the King of glory, He is God alone. Praise Him for the wonders, He to us hath shown For His promised, all the pilgrim way, For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day. Praise...Him, Shining angels Strike... your harps of gold All... His hosts adore Him Who...His face behold Through... His great dominion While...the ages roll. All His works shall praise Him x3 Bless the Lord, my soul Praise Him for redemption, free to every soul, Praise Him for the fountain that can make us whole For His gifts of kindness and His loving care For the blest assurance that He answers prayer Praise Him for the trials sent as cords of love Binding us more closely to the things above For the faith that conquers, hope that naught can dim For the land where loved ones gather unto Him.

Praise Him! praise Him!-66 Praise ye the Lord Ps 106:1 Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer! Sing, O earth, His wonderful love proclaim, Hail Him! Hail Him! Highest archangels in glory, Strength and honor Give to His holy name. Like a shepherd Jesus will guard His children, In His arms He carries them All day long. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer! For our sins He suffered And bled and died, He, our Rock, Our hope of eternal salvation, Hail Him! Hail Him! Jesus the Crucified. Sound His praises, Jesus who bore our sorrows, Love unbounded, Wonderful, deep and strong. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer. Heavenly portals, Loud with hosannas ring, Jesus, Savior, Reigneth forever and ever, Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King. Christ is coming Over the world victorious; Power and glory Unto the Lord belong.

MAKE MELODY IN YOUR HEART TO THE LORD Hymn 69: How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, Blessed be the name of Lord; It soothes my sorrows heals my Wounds, Blessed be the name of the Lord; Blessed be the name, blessed be The name, Blessed be the name of the Lord; Blessed be the name, blessed be The name, Blessed be the name of the Lord. It makes the wounded spirit whole, Blessed be the name of the Lord; ‘Tis manna to the hungry soul, Blessed be the name of the Lord. It soothes the troubled sinner’s breast, Blessed be the name of the Lord; It gives the weary sweetest rest, Blessed be the name of the Lord; Then will I tell the sinners round, Blessed be the name of the Lord; What a dear saviour I have found; Blessed be the name of the Lord.

74—For mercies countless as the sands For mercies, countless as the sands, Which I daily receive From Jesus, my Redeemer’s hands, My soul, what canst thou give? Alas, from such a heart as mine, What can I bring Him forth? My best is stain’d and dyed with sin My all is nothing worth. Yet this acknowledgement I’ll make For all He has bestow’d Salvation’s sacred cup I’ll take, I’ll call upon my God. The best return for one like me, So wretched and so poor, Is from His gifts to draw a plea, And ask Him still for more. I cannot serve Him as I ought No works have I to boast; Yet would I glory in the thought That I shall owe Him most.