On the Same

Come, let us join with one accord
In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our rising Lord
Hath made and call'd His own.

This is the day which God hath bless'd,
The brightest of the seven;
Type of that everlasting rest
The saints enjoy in heaven.

Then let us in His name sing on,
And hasten to that day,
When our Redeemer shall come dowiu
And shadows pass away.
Not one, but all our days below,
Let us in hymns employ;
And in our Lord rejoicing, go
To His eternal joy.
HYMN LXni.
O Father of all,
The great and the small,
The old and the young,
Thanksgiving accept from a stammerer's tongue:
Thy goodness we praise.
Which has found us a place.
Has planted us here,
To be mildly brought up in Thy nurture and fear.
Thy mercy and truth
In the days of our youth
We learn to adore,
And gladly acknowledge Thy wisdom and power;
Thy astonishing plan
To recover lost man.
With the heavenly choir,
We are taught in the morning of life to admire.
Thy favour we find
In the Friend of mankind,
Sent down from above.
The witness and proof of Thy fatherly love:
With joy we embrace
Thy tenders of grace.
Through the blood of the Lamb,
And accept our salvation in Jesus's name.
Thy mercy hath brought
Salvation, unsought,
To us, and to all;
And all may be saved, if they follow the call.
We follow it here.
Till the Saviour appear,
His saints to approve.
And carry us up to His kingdom above.