4 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And raised to holier courts above,
I praise thee with a purer love.

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

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NEWTON

The Lord's day.

1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,

Which hides us from the world awhile!

2 Now from the throng withdrawn away,
We seem to breathe a different air;
Composed and softened by the day,
All things another aspect wear.

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3 How happy they, whose lot is cast
Where Christ invites the weary' yet;
They find their sorrows quickly past,
And all their burdens soon forget.

4 Though pinched with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed,

It makes amends, if they can come
To God's own house for heavenly bread.

5 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord!
And here thy promised presence seek;
Open thy hand, with blessings stored,
And give us manna for the week.

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The sabbath of the soul.

BARBAULD.

1 SLEEP, sleep today, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

2 Tomorrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;

And purged from sin may I behold
A God of purity.

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2

HAIL to the Sabbath day!

The day divinely given,

BULFINCH.

When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.

Lord! in this sacred hour,

Within thy courts we bend;

And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend!

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In courts by mortals trod;

Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God.

Thy temple is the arch

Of

yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Öf grand eternity.

5 Lord! may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight!
And grant us in those courts to pray,
Of pure, unclouded light.

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The eternal rest.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LORD of the sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

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 pain and sin;
Content we'd leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

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KELLY,

"Speak; for thy servant heareth." 1 IN thy courts, O Lord, assembling, We thy people now draw near: Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let thy servants hear; Hear with meekness ;—

Hear thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to thee; Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be; Till thy glory

Without cloud in heaven we see.

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WATTS.

The delight of social worship.

1 How pleasant how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.

2 Blest are the saints who dwell on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;

Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength; and through the road They lean upon their helper God.

5

Lord! may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight!
And grant us in those courts to pray,
Of pure, unclouded light.

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The eternal rest.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LORD of the sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

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 pain and sin;
Content we'd leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

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