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2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,
Tranquil memory to the dead.

3 Part in peace! such are the praises
God our Maker loveth best;

Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.

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L. M.

PIERPONT.

O THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!

Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

O, Thou to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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Lord's Day.

L. M.

STENNETT.

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 blest.

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!

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S. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PS.

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The Day of Rest.

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 blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

8 & 7s. M. SUN. SCHOOL H. B.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;

Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.

Let me think how time is passing,
Soon the longest life departs,
Nothing human is abiding,

Save the love of humble hearts.

2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.

Swift my life's vain dreams are passing,
Like the startled dove they fly;
Or the clouds each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.

3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee ;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart.

Then, when years have gather'd o'er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,

Heaven's bright realm will rise before me;
There my treasure will be laid.

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L. M.

SUN. SCHOOL H. B.

Sabbath Day.

1 WE bless thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.

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S. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PS.

57

The Day of Rest.

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 blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

8 & 7s. M. SUN. SCHOOL H. B.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;

Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.

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