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3. Thou who hast laid within the grave
Those whom thou hadst no power to save,
For angels wait while God is here. 4. Thou who hast dear ones far away,
In foreign lands, ʼmid ocean's spray,
And trust the God who listens here. 5. Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin,
Deploring guilt that reigns within,
Millions this day before Thee bowed ;
Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed. 2. Still as the light of morning broke
O’er island, continent, and deep,
Sabbath all round the world to keep. 3. From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretched her shade,
The stars came forth to hear their songs. 4. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh,
Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. 5. The poor in spirit Thou hast fed,
The feeble soul hath strengthened been,
To hold communion with his God,
And listen to the sacred word.
Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
Proclaims the holy day of rest.
Well pleased His people's voice to hear,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And seek the presence of our Lord !
And come, according to Thy word. 2. From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with Thee:
Let this the “ gate of heaven” be.
That we by faith may see Thy face:
And let Thy presence fill this place.
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
How spread His sovereign name abroad?
2. From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise,
The costly pomp of sacrifice ?
Thy golden offerings well may spare,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 4. O grant us, in this solemn hour,
From earth and sin's allurements free,
And raise each raptured thought to Thee !
1. ANOTHER day has passed along,
And we are nearer to the tomb,
Or hear the last eternal doom. 2. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams lingering there;
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 3. The time how lovely and how still;
Peace shines and smiles on all below
All fair with evening's setting glow. 4. Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love
Faith sees the smiling heaven above. 5. Nor will our days of toil be long,
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
The endless Sabbath of our God.
You call me to the house of prayer;
When I have gone to worship there. 2. But now, a prisoner of the Lord,
His hand forbids, I can not go;
And here the sweets of worship know. 3. Each place alike is holy ground,
Where prayer from humble souls is poured, Where praise awakes its silver sound,
Or God is silently adored. 4. His sanctuary is the heart
There, with the contrite, will He rest;
SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly;
Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew,
Where once the weeds of error grew.
2. May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
And rests her at His sheltering throne.
N. Y. COLL.
1. WHILE now upon this Sabbath eve,
Thy house, Almighty God, we leave,
To think on all our duties done.
Be peaceful, pure, divine, like this;
CHAPIN'S COLL. 20.
When Sabbath bells awake the day,
Call me from earthly cares away.
Spent in Thy hallowed courts, O Lord ! *
And catch the manna of Thy word. 3. And dear to me the loud Amen
Which echoes through the blest abode,
Dies on the walls, but lives to God. 4. Oft when the world, with iron hands,
Has bound me in its six days' chain,
And lets my spirit loose again. "
Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms;
That bears us to a Father's arms.