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HYMN 37. Second Part. C.M.
Perjury. (cont.)

2	Constant and just to all they speak:    For God they know can hear.
3	Still with their lips their hearts agree,    Nor flatt'ring Avords devise: They're sure the God of truth can see    Thro' ev'ry false disguise.
4	Deceits they hate, they dread all lies,    Whatever forms they wear; Preferring death to perjuries,    They dare not falsely swear.
5	Lo! from above the Lord descends,    And brings the judgment down; He bids his saints, his faithful friends,    Rise and possess their crown.
6	While Satan trembles at the sight,    And devils wish to die; Where will the faithless hypocrite    And perjur'd liar fly?

HYMN 38. First Part. L.M.
The fourth command.

1	RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has bless'd; Another six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun.
2	Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides a blest foretaste of heav'n. On this day more than all the sev'n.
3	O! that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from Christ that sweet repose, Which none, but he, that feels it, knows.
4	This heav'nly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest;

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HYMN 38. First Part. L.M.
The fourth command. (cont.)

4	Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.
5	With joy, great God, thy works we scan, Creation's scene, redemption's plan; With praise, we think on mercies past, With hope, we future pleasures taste.
6	In holy duties let the day, In holy comforts pass away; How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one, that ne'er shall end!

HYMN 38. Second Part. C.M.
The Lord's day.

1	COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,    On this sweet day of rest; O! bless this flock, and make this fold    Enjoy an heav'nly rest.
2	Welcome, and precious to my soul    Are these sweet days of love; But what a sabbath shall I keep,    When I shall rest above!
3	I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,    Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace; Here, in thine own appointed way,    I wait to see thy face.
4	These are the sweet and precious days    On which my Lord I've seen; And oft, when feasting on his word,    In raptures I have been.
5	O! if my soul, when death appears,    In this sweet frame be found: I'll clasp my Saviour in mine arms,br>    And leave this earthly grounds.
6	I long for that delightful hour,    When from this clay undrest,