4. These are the sweet and precious days And oft, when feasting on His word, 5. O! if my soul, when death appears, 29. I'll clasp my Saviour in mine arms, C. M. 1. WHEN the worn spirit wants repose, How sweet to hail the evening's close 2 How sweet will be the early dawn When first the soul-reviving morn MASON. 3. Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease, 4. When will my pilgrimage be done, 30. That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, C. M. EDMESTON. 1. BLESSED day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, 2. My Saviour's face made thee to shine; And made thee heavenly and divine 3. The first-fruits oft a blessing prove And they who do the Sabbath love, 4. This day I must to God appear; CODMAN'S COLL. 1. How did my heart rejoice to hear And keep the solemn day." 2. I love her gates, I love the road; 3. Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 4. He hears our praises and complaints; 5. Peace be within this sacred place, 6. My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, WATTS. 1. O 'Twas a joyful sound to hear 2. At Salem's courts we must appear, In strong and beauteous order ranged, 3. O pray we then for Salem's Who bear true love to thee. TATE AND BRADY. 33. C. M. 1. In God's own house pronounce His praise To heaven your joy and wonder raise, 2. Let all your secret passions move 3. All that have motion, life, and breath, 34. Yet when my voice expires in death, C. M. 1. O GOD, by whom the seed is given, By whom the harvest blest; WATTS. Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, 2. Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; The sultry sun's intenser heat, 3. Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, 1. THEY pass refreshed the thirsty vale, The dry and barren ground, HEBER. As through a fruitful, watery dale, Till all before our God, at length, In Zion do appear. 3. For God the Lord, both sun and shield, Gives grace and glory bright; 36. No good from them shall be withheld C. M. MILTON. 1. How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn! 2. It seems as if the Christian's prayer, 3. Let each unholy passion cease, 37. Each anxious care that mars thy peace C. M. 1. COME, Thou desire of all Thy saints! While, with our praises and complaints, 2. How should our songs, like those above, How should our souls, on wings of love, 3. Come, Lord! Thy love alone can raise Then shall our lips resound Thy praise, 4. Dear Saviour! let Thy glory shine 5. Then shall our hearts enraptured say, And bring the bright, the glorious day, MRS. STEELE. 38. C. M. 1. WITH His rich gifts the heavenly Dove While Christ reveals His wondrous love, 2. My heart and flesh cry out for Thee When shall I tread Thy courts, and see 3. To sit one day beneath Thine eye, Employed in carnal joys. 4. Lord! at Thy threshold I would wait, Rather than fill a throne of state, |