Wesley Corpus

4 No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 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. 542 Hymns of Adoration. HYMN 583. l. m. The same Subject. 1 A GAIN our weekly labours end, -*""*- And we the Sabbath's call attend ; Improve, our souls, the sacred rest, And seek to be for ever bless'd. 2 This day let our devotions rise To heaven, a grateful sacrifice ; And God that peace divine bestow, Which none but they who feel it know. 3 This holy calm within the breast Prepares for that eternal rest, Which for the sons of God remains ; The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away : How sweet the Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of that which ne'er shall end! HYMN 584. l. m. " His mercy endureth for ever." 1 r\ RENDER thanks to God above, ^^ The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past Hath stood, and shall for ever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ? 3 Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; When thou return'st to set them free Let thy salvation visit me. 4 O may I worthy prove to see, Thy saints in full prosperity ; Hymns of Adoration. 543 That I the joyful choir may join, And count thy people's triumph mine. 5 Let Israel's God be ever bless'd, His name eternally confess'd ; Let all his saints with full accord In solemn hymns proclaim their Lord. The Goodness of God acknowledged. 1 T^AR as creation's bounds extend, -*- Thy mercies, heavenly Lord, descend ; One chorus of perpetual praise, To Thee thy various works shall raise ; Thy saints to Thee in hymns impart The transports of a grateful heart.