'Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: they will be still praising Thee.' m 2 mp 3 mf m 4 5 c 6 UR day of praise is done; But pass not from us with the sun, Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Too faint our anthems here; But O the strains, how full and clear, Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will "T is Thine each soul to calm, A little while, and then mf And 88 Amen. b m 4 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, Which binds us to be free, Which makes us leave our earthly snares 5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray; mf 6 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, The labourer's rest, the saint's delight, A day of mirth and praise! Also the following: 'Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house, and the place where Thine mf honour dwelleth.' We love the Phine honour dwells; E the place, O God, The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels. mp 2 It is the house of prayer, Wherein Thy servants meet; m 3 We love the word of life, And joys that never cease. |