4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, -
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long-expected day! begin;

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.

36.

The Sacrifice of the Heart. MRS. BARBAULD 1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker, God, What rites, what honors, shall he pay? How spread his sovereign's praise abroad?

2 From marble domes and gilded spires

Shall curling clouds of incense rise, And gems and gold and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord

Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

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Sincere Worship.

.1 O THOU who hast thy servants taught, That not by words alone, But by the fruits of holiness,

The life of God is shown!

2 While in the house of prayer we meet, And call thee God and Lord, Give us a heart to follow thee,

Obedient to thy word.

3 When we our voices lift in praise,
Give thou us grace to bring
An offering of unfeigned thanks,
And with the spirit sing.

4 And, in the dangerous path of life,
Uphold us as we go;

That with our lips and in our lives
Thy glory we may show.

1 GOD of our fathers, by whose hand
Thy people still are blessed,
Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest!

LOGAN.

2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.

3

J. JOLLY.

Till all our wanderings cease; And, at our Father's loved abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore;

And Thou, the Lord, shalt be our God And portion evermore.

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Resurrection of Christ. Morning. MRS. BARBAULD.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light,
Awakes the kindling ray ;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

Oh what a night was that which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom!
Oh what a sun which broke this day,

Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings

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To nations yet unborn.

The Hour of Prayer. ORIG. HYMNS

1 EARTH's busy sounds and ceaseless din, Wake not this morning air!

A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.

2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast;
A holy joy should welcome there,
This happy day of rest.

3 Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour the spirit fill;

And thou, from whom its being flows,
Oh teach it all thy will!

4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest, Hallow life's every hour;

And bear us to our better rest,

Eternal, perfect, sure.

1 BLEST hour, when mortal man retires
To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,
And listen to the sacred word.

2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o'er his anxious breast;
While, all around, the calm divine
Proclaims the holy day of rest.

8 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,

Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.

4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

1 O LORD! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind:
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.

3 With heavenly grace our souls endue;
Thy. former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes