2 O, may the beams of truth divine, With clear, convincing light, In all our understandings shine, And chase our mental night.
3 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day, And guide us by thine arm; For they are safe, and only they, Whom thou dost save from harm.
1 My God was with me all this night, And gave me sweet repose;
My God did watch, e'en whilst I slept, Or I had never rose.
2 Lord, for the mercies of the night My humble thanks I pay;
And unto thee I dedicate
The first fruits of the day.
3 Let this day praise thee, O my God, And so let all my days; And O, let mine eternal day Be thine eternal praise.
1 DEAR is the hallowed morn to me, When cheerful bells awake the day: And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away;· 2 And dear to me the sacred hour Spent in thy holy temples, Lord!
To feel devotion's soothing power, To hear the teachings of thy word. 3 Oft, when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts me from the earthly bands, And sets my spirit free again.
4 Yes, dear to me the Sabbath morn : The cheerful bells, with wakening voice, Have often found my heart forlorn, But always bid that heart rejoice.
1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away, Unto thy holy temple, Lord, I'll go, with willing mind to pray, To praise thy name, and hear thy word 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy The holy calm I find in thee. 3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me, For God has given them in his love, To tell how calm, how blest shall be The endless day of heaven above.
1 LET us adore the grace that seeks To draw our hearts above; For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks, And every word is love.
2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face, By Christ, the living way;
And praise thee for this hour of grace Through an eternal day!
1 WE lift our hearts to thee, Thou Day-star from on high; The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 O, let thy rising beams Dispel the shades of night; And let the glories of thy love Come like the morning light. 3 May we this life improve, To mourn for errors past; And live this short revolving day As if it were our last.
1 BEHOLD, the morning sun Begins his glorious way!
His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey.
2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven!
1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born!
Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control!
Ye shall not violate this day, The Sabbath of the soul.
3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts! Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold A God of purity!
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
2 O, what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! O, 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.
1 ENOUGH of life's vain scenes I've trod; Sweet is this interval of rest:
With cheerful heart I meet my God; His presence makes me truly blest. 2 Pleasant is life, and sweet the light That pours from the bright orb of day, Revealing to our raptured sight
The world in all its rich display.
3 Pleasant is life, and sweet its ties, The touching charities of man; Friend, fellow, child, and parent rise, Endearing life's progressive plan.
4 But light and life would soon be vile, And all their dearest pleasures fall, Nor sun would shine, nor life would smile Without thy presence glad'ning all.
1 LET us unite to bless the Lord, That we are taught to read his word- To walk in wisdom's pleasant ways, And seek his grace, and sing his praise. 2 We, to thy sacred house of prayer, With gratitude would oft repair, T'adore thy name, and seek thy face, And hear thy messages of grace. 3 The truth thy gospel, Lord, imparts, Apply with power to all our hearts; Whilst thou art calling, make us hear, And worship thee with holy fear.
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