Wesley Corpus

1 r^ RE AT is the Lord our God, ^^ And let his praise be great ; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 540 Hymns of Adoration. 2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand ! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. 3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress ; How bright has his salvation shone Through all her palaces ! 4 In every new distress We'll to his house repair ; We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. HYMN 580. 6-8's Sabbath Morning. 1 r^ REAT God, this hallow'd day of thine ^--* Demands our souls' collected powers ; May we employ in works divine These solemn and devoted hours : O may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly! Where God resides, appear no more . Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye Doth every secret thought explore : 0 may thy grace our thoughts refine, And fix our hearts on things divine ! HYMN 581. s. m. The same Subject. 1 'llfELCOME, sweet day of rest, ' * That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! Hymns of Adoration. 041 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 amidst the place Where Thou, my Lord, hast been, 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. HYMN 582. l. m. The earthly and the heavenly Sabbath. L ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, ^-A On this thy day, in this thy house ; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy servants rise. 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our lab'ring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 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.