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Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. 3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be enjoy'd in vain.

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AFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in His courts to-day :
Day of all the week the best;
Emblem of eternal rest!

2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciling face

Take away our sins and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in Thee.

3 Here we're come, Thy name to praise
Let us feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in Thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the Church above.


H. M.

A WAKE, ye saints, awake!

And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

Come, bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;

He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!

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ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest.

L. M.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heav'n.

And gives this day the food of sev'n.

3 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he ho feels it, knows.

4 With joy, great God! Thy works we view
In various scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think of mercies past.
With hope we future pleasures taste.

5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

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THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours His own:

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day arose our glorious Head,
And death's dread empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumph spread
And all its wonders tell.

3 Hosanna! the anointed King
Ascends His destined throne;
To God our grateful homage bring,
And His Messiah own.

4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men
With messages of grace;
Who came in God His Father's name
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise!
The highest heavens in which He reigns,
Shall give Him nobler praise.


S. M.

LORD in this sacred hour

Within Thy courts we bend,

And bless Thy love, and own Thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.

2 But Thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod;
Nor only is the day Thine own
When man draws near to God.

3 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Of Thine eternity.

4 Lord, may that holier day


Dawn on Thy servants' sight;
And purer worship may we pay
In heaven's unclouded light.

DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee, the high and lowly,
Bending before the throne,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the Great Three in One.

2 To-day on weary nations

The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams

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And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
3 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest:
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.

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ORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own as grateful sacrifice

The songs which from Thy Church arise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above: Thy servants to that rest aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 3 There languor shall no more oppress; The heart shall feel no more distress; No groans shall mingle with the songs That dwell upon immortal tongues. 4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, No conscious guilt disturb our joy; But ev'ry doubt and fear shall cease, And perfect love give perfect peace. 5 When shall that glorious day begin, Beyond the reach of death or sin; Whose sun shall never more decline But with unfading lustre shine!

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