WORDSWORTH (76 76 D.) Dymn 341 FIRST TUNE. (351) "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." DAY of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth: Christ rose from depths of earth; 434 On thee, our Lord victorious 3 Thou art a port protected With streams of Paradise; In life's dry dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, "The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon Him, to all that call upon Him in truth." JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat; 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Such ever bring Thee where they come, 3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 5 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near; In this Thy house, on this Thy day: And own as grateful sacrifice No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. The songs which from the desert rise. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; 2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 50 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! |