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2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev'n. 3 0, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 4 This heav'nly 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. 5 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!

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HYMN 517. C. M.

THEN, on the third auspicious day,
While yet the blushing dawn

Shed forth its earliest smiling ray
To gild the rising morn;

2 The "holy women" sought the place
Where their belov'd was laid,

And shining angels preach'd the grace
That rais'd him from the dead;

3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground,
Where his dear flesh had lain,

To tell his mourning friends around,
That Jesus lives again.

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4 This day, as days of older time,
Is one of heav'nly joy;
Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime,
And ev'ry tongue employ.

HYMN 518. C. M.

BROWN.

Evening of the Lord's day.

REQUENT the day of God returns

Fshed its quick'ning beams;

And yet how slow devotion burns;
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love-
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.

HYMN 519.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.

HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs af strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Obscures the lustre of thy throne.

4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet,
And give us but the lowest seat;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song
Of the triumphant, holy throng.

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HYMN 520. C. M.

Winter.

EE, how rude winter's icy hand

SHas stripped the verdant ground!

But spring will soon his rage withstand,
And spread new beauties round.

2 My soul a sharper winter mourns ;
And fruitless I remain ;

When will the gentle spring return,',
The graces grow again?

3 Jesus, my glorious Sun, arise

This frozen heart remove :

O, hush these storms, and clear my skies,
And let me feel thy love!

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