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.

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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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C. M.
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.

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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

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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!