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L. M.

The Christian Sabbath Morning.

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

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

2 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.

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!


L. M.


The eternal Sabbath.

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 churches rise.

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

To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to 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 woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.


C. M.


The Sabbath of the Soul. Morning.

1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Of earth and folly born!

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

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

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


And, purged from sin, may Í behold
A God of purity!




The day of Rest. Morning or Evening. Ps. 92. 1 SWEET is the task, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,

To praise thy name, and hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,
Thy boundless love to tell;

And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,

That such may be our best employ
Eternally in heaven.


C. M.


For the Morning of the Lord's Day. Ps. 118. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing; songs of triumph hail the morn, Hosanna to our King!


2 The stone the builders set at nought,
That stone has now become

The sure foundation, and the strength
Of Zion's heavenly dome.

3 Christ is that stone, rejected once, And numbered with the slain; Now raised in glory, o'er his church Eternally to reign.

4 This is the day the Lord hath made: O earth, rejoice and sing;

With songs of triumph hail the morn, Hosanna to our King!

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The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.

1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place

Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.



L. M.


The Sacrifice of the Heart.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign's praise abroad?
2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare:
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.


C. M.


Christ in the midst of his People.

1 On the first Christian Sabbath eve,
When his disciples met,

O'er his lost fellowship to grieve,
Nor knew the scripture yet-

2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen,
The form in which he died;

Their Master's marred and wounded mien,
His hands, his feet, his side.

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know,
And hailed him, yet with fear;
Jesus, again thy presence show;
Meet thy disciples here.

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