2 But Christ yet brighter shone,
Quenching the morning beam;
When triumphing from death he rose,
And raised us up with him.
3 When first the Word sprang forth,
In majesty arrayed,
And bathed in streams of purest light, -
What power was there displayed!
4 But O what love! - when Christ,
For our transgressions slain,
Was by the Eternal Father raised,
For us, to life again.
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.
2 Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest!
May we improve thy calm repose, And, in God's service truly blest, Forget the world, its joys, its woes.
3 Lord! may thy truth upon the heart
Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,
And flowers of grace in freshness start
Where once the weeds of error grew.
4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O, what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
O, what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2 Mortals, dry your flowing tears;
Cease those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
4 Lo! the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
Lo! returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.
1 BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise;
2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine;
His rising thee did raise,
And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.
3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week will find.
4 This day I must to God appear; For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine.
GOD'S PRESENCE, POWER. AND WISDOM.
GOD'S HELP AND PROTECTION.
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