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2 Take bis easy yoke and wear it;
Love will make obedience sweet: CNRIsT will give you strength to bear it, mit While his wisdom guides your feet
Safe to gloryWhere his ransom'd captives meet, 3 Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly-open's eyes, Flowing springs in deserts dreary,—. 3 Is the rest the Cross supplies :
All who taste it Shall to rest immortal rise. 4 But, to sing the rest of glory,
Mortal tongues far short must fall; Saints in heav'n who taste its fulness,
Not e'en they can utter all.
424. Delight in the Lord's Day. S. M.
That saw the LORD arise;
And these rejoicing eyes.
And feasts his saints to-day:
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amid the place
Where Jesu's love we taste,
In sinful pleasure past. 4
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Of everlasting bliss !
425. Delight in the Lord's Day. S. M.
Rejoice in the LOBD alway.-Puil. iv. 4.
And let your joys be known;
While ye surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place!
To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God:
May speak their joys abroad. 4 The God whom we adore,
Whose goodness here we prove; Will keep and bring us by his power
To dwell with him above.
And never, never sin ;
Drink endless pleasures in.
Glory begun below;
From faith and hope may grow.
7 The hill of Zion yields]
A thousand sacred sweets,
1 8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry:
To fairer worlds on high. [ground,
426. Delight in the Lord's Day. 148th. This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will re
joice and be glad in it.-PSALM cxviii. 24.
Pursue him to the skies:
Rejoice and be for ever glad. 2 On this triumphant day
Peculiarly his own,
And sing around his throne; };
Rejoice and be for ever glad. 3 Jesus, to us impart,
Thy resurrection's power,
Its living Lord t'adore, ...,
Us graciously assure
Unto thyself receive,
427. The Lord's Day the Emblem of a
better Rest above. ·8-86.
There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.
HEB. iy. 9.
Where saints are fully blest:
Sweet day of sacred rest!
No joy, alas! have I!
And lay it coldly by. 3 But while I thus confess my shame, 'Tis right that I should praise his name,
Who makes me sometimes sing; Yes, LORD (I speak it to thy praise), My cheerful song I sometimes raise,
And triumph in my King.