4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings, from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

491.

H. M

Morning of the Lord's Day.

1 AWAKE, ye saints! awake, And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

Come, bless the day that God hath blessed,-
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose,
And burst the bars of death,
And vanquished all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.

3 All hail! triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings;
And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings;-
"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years, to live and reign!"

4 Great King! gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car;

While justice, power and love
Maintain the glorious war:
This day let sinners own thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms away.

492.

L. M.

The Morning of the Lord's Day.

1 HAIL! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love,—

Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,

Pledge of the endless rest above!

2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,

Who, from the dead, hath brought his Son Hope to the lost was then restored,

And everlasting glory won.

3 Scarce morning-twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,
When Christ arose-unsetting sun-
The dawn of joy's eternal day.

4 Mercy looked down, with smiling eye,
When our Immanuel left the dead;
Faith marked his bright ascent on high,
And hope, with gladness, raised her head.
5 Descend, O Spirit of the Lord!

Thy fire to every bosom bring;

Then shall our ardent hearts accord,
And teach our lips God's praise to sing.

493.

C. M.

The Resurrection-Morn.

1 BLEST morning! whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode.

2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay,

Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain :
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, almighty Lord!
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

5 Salvation, and immortal praise,
To our victorious King!

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.

494.

L. M.

The Rest of the Sabbath.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blessed.

2 Oh! 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. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest-Which for the church of God remains,The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,In holy pleasures, pass away; How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

495.

L. M.

The earthly and heavenly Sabbath.

1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight-shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 Soon shall that glorious day begin,
Beyond this world of death and sin;
Soon shall our voices join the song
Of the triumphant, holy throng.

496.

7s.

The holy Day of Rest.

1 WELCOME-sacred day of rest! Sweet repose from worldly care;

Day above all days the best,

When our souls for heaven prepare ;-

Day when our Redeemer rose,

Victor o'er the hosts of hell:

Thus he vanquished all our foes;

Let our lips his glory tell.

2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,
When we hear thy holy word;
When we sing thy praise, and pray ;—
Earth can no such joys afford:
But a better rest remains,

Heavenly Sabbaths,-happier days,
Rest from sin, and rest from pains,-
Endless joys, and endless praise.

497.

C. M.

A Sabbath in the House of God.

1 HERE cares and angry passions cease, For saints together meet

To spend an hour of prayer and peace,
At their Redeemer's feet.

2 No sculptured wonders meet the sight,— Nor pictured saints appear,

Nor storied window's gorgeous light,
For God himself is here.

3 And here are comrades in the war
With Satan and with sin,

Who now in God's own favor share,
And soon their heaven will win.

4 Glory to God! who deigns to bless
This consecrated day,

Unfolds his wondrous promises,
And makes it sweet to pray.

5 Glory to God! who deigns to hear
The humblest sigh we raise,
And answers every heart-felt prayer,
And hears our hymn of praise.

498.

C. M.

The first Day of the Week.

1 AND now another week begins,

This day we call the Lord's;

This day he rose, who bore our sins,—
For so his word records.

2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing!-
Their voices fill the sky;

They hail their great victorious king,
And welcome him on high.

3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise;
May we their rapture feel;

Our thankful song with theirs we'll raise,
And emulate their zeal.

4 Come, then, ye saints! and grateful sing
Of Christ, our risen Lord,—
Of Christ, the everlasting king,—
Of Christ, th' incarnate word.

5 Hail, mighty Saviour! thee we hail!
High on thy throne above;

Till heart and flesh together fail,
We'll sing thy matchless love.

499.

C. M.

The first Sabbath.

1 HOW bright a day was that, which saw Creation's work complete!

All nature owned her Maker's law,
And worshiped at his feet.

2 The world, arranged by power divine,
In perfect order stood;

And, resting from his great design,
God saw that all was good.

3 Not such a Sabbath now appears,
For sin has ruined all;

No longer man with pleasure hears
A gracious Father's call.

4 Yet, Lord! bring back the reign of peace,
Let brighter days begin;
And teach vain creatures how to cease
From folly and from sin.

5 Let sinners be again made thine,

Though once with vengeance cursed;
And let a second Sabbath shine,
As glorious as the first.

500.

C. M.

The Resurrection of Christ.

1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

In concert with the blest:

And joyful, in harmonious lays,
Employ this day of rest.