SOMERVILLE. L. M.

Templi Carmina.

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1. LORD of the Sabbath and its light,
I hail Thy hallowed day of rest ;
It is my weary soul's delight,
The solace of my care-worn breast.

2. Its dewy morn, its glowing noon,
Its tranquil eve, its solemn night,
Pass sweetly; but they pass too soon,
And leave me saddened at their flight.

3. Yet sweetly as they glide along,

And hallowed tho' the calm they yield, Transporting though their rapturous song, And heavenly visions seem revealed ;—

4. My soul is desolate and drear,

My silent harp untuned remains,
Unless, my Saviour, Thou art near,

To heal my wounds and soothe my pains.

5. Oh! Jesus, let me ever hail

Thy presence with the day of rest;
Then will Thy servant never fail

To deem Thy Sabbath doubly blest.

9. L. M.

1. ANOTHER Six day's work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun.
Return, my soul, enjoy the rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blest.

2. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

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

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

4. This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest

1. BE still be still! for all around,
Ou either hand, is holy ground:
Here in His house, the Lord to-day
Will listen, while His people pray.

2. Thou, tossed upon the waves of care,
Ready to sink with deep despair,
Here ask relief, with heart sincere,
And thou shalt find that God is here.

3. Thou who hast laid within the grave
Those whom thou hadst no power to save
Believe their spirits now are near,
For angels wait while God is here.

4. Thou who hast dear ones far away,
In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray,
Pray for them now, and dry the tear,
And trust the God who listens here.

5. Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin,
Deploring guilt that reigns within,
The God of peace is ever near,
The troubled spirit meets Him here.

11. L. M.

1. WITHIN Thy courts have millions met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed,
Their faces heavenward were set,
Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed

2. Still as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, and deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,

Sabbath all round the world to keep.

3. From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretched her shade,

The stars came forth to hear their songs.

4. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,

Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh, Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain.

5. The poor in spirit Thou hast fed,

The feeble soul hath strengthened been,
The mourner Thou hast comforted,
The pure in heart their God have seen.

MONTGOMERY.

BEETHOVEN, L. M.

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Arranged by L. MASON.

1. How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,
And come, according to thy word.

2. From busy scenes we now retreat,

That we may here converse with Thee:
Ah! Lord! behold us at Thy feet;-
Let this the "gate of heaven" be.

3. "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear,
That we by faith may see Thy face:
Oh! speak, that we Thy voice may hear,
And let Thy presence fill this place.

14. L. M.

KELLY.

1. WHEN, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honor shall we pay?

How spread his sovereign name abroad?

1. ANOTHER day has passed along,
And we are nearer to the tomb,
Nearer to join the heavenly song,
Or hear the last eternal doom.

2. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,

And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours, the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.

3. The time how lovely and how still,

Peace shines and smiles on all belowThe plain, the stream, the wood, the hillAll fair with evening's setting glow.

4. Season of rest! the tranquil soul

Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love-
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees the smiling heaven above.
5. Nor will our days of toil be long,

Our pilgrimage will soon be trod;
And we shall join the ceaseless song→
The endless Sabbath of our God.

EDMESTON.

1. SWEET Sabbath bells! I love your voiceYou call me to the house of prayer; Oft have you made my heart rejoice, When I have gone to worship there.

2. But now, a prisoner of the Lord,

F's hand forbids, I can not go;
Yet may I here His love record,

And here the sweets of worship know.
3. Each place alike is holy ground, [poured,
Where prayer from humble souls is
Where praise awakes its silver sound,
Or God is silently adored.

4. His sanctuary is the heart

There, with the contrite, will He rest; Lord, come, a Sabbath frame impart, And make Thy temple in my breast.

SONGS IN THE NIG!IT.

17. L. M.

1. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly:
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.

2. Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed;
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away.

20. L. M.

1. DEAR is the hallowed morn to me,
When Sabbath bells awake the day,
And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away.

2. And dear to me the winged hour
Spent in Thy hallowed courts, O Lord!
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of Thy word.

3. And dear to me the loud Amen
Which echoes through the blest abode,
Which swells, and sinks, and swells again,
Dies on the walls, but lives to God.

4. Oft when the world, with iron hands,
Has bound me in its six days' chain,
This bursts them, like the strong man's
And lets my spirit loose again. [bands

5. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre,
Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms;
Ours be the prophet's car of fire
That bears us to a Father's arms.
CUNNINGHAM.

21. L. M.

1. ERE to the world again we go,

Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
Thy grace, once more, O God, we crave.
From folly and from sin to save.

2. May the great truths we here have heard-
The lessons of Thy holy word-
Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,
And all our souls from error keep

3. O, may the influence of this day Long as our memory with us stay, And as an angel guardian prove, To guide us to our home above.

22. L. M.

1. DISMISS us with Thy blessing, Lord;
Help us to feed upon Thy word;
All that has been amiss, forgive,
And let Thy truth within us live.

2. Though we are guilty, Thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every burdened soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

HART.

LANESBOROUGH. C. M.

Arranged by L MASON.

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23. C. M.

1. LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;

2. Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3. Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand

4. But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

5. Oh! may Thy spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight.
And plain before my face.

24. C. M.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

1. 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 he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints His triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3. Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son;

Help us, O Lord-descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.

4. Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes 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. WATTS