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21.

L. M.
1. ERE to the world again we go,

Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
Thy grace, once more, O God, we crave,

From folly and from sin to save. 2. May the great truths we here have heard

The lessons of Thy holy word-
Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,

And all our souls from error keep. 3. O, may the influence of this day

Long as our memory with us stay,
And as an angel guardian prove,
To guide us to our home above.

22.

L.M.
1. Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord;

IIelp us to feed upon Thy word;
All that has been amiss, forgive,

And let Thy truth within us live.
2. Though we are guilty, Thou art good;

Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every burdened soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

HART.

23.

C. M.
1. LORD! in the morning Thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,

To Thee lift up mine eye;
2. Up to the hills where Christ is gone

To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints.
3. Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,

Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

4. But to Thy house will I resort,

To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,

And worship in Thy fear.
5. Oh! may Thy Spirit guide my feet,

In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,

And plain before my face. .

WATTS.

24.

C. M.
1. Early, my God, without delay,

I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away

'Without Thy cheering grace.
2. So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die.
3. I've seen Thy glory and Thy power

Through all Thy temple shine:
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

That vision so divine.
4. Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As Thy forgiving love.
5. Thus, till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to sing.

WATTS.

25.

C. M.
1. This is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours His own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2. To-day He rose and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumph spread,

And all His wonders tell.
3. Hosanna to th' anointed King,

To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord-descend and bring

Salvation from Thy throne.
4. Blessed be the Lord who comes to men
With
messages

of

grace ;
Who comes in God His Father's name

To save our sinful race.

5. Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise;
The highest heavens in which He reigns

Shall give Him nobler praise.

WATTS,

26.

C.M.
1. WEARIED with carthly toil and care,

The day of rest how sweet!
To breathe the Sabbath's holy air,

And sit at Jesus' feet.
2. What vain disturbing thoughts infest

My bosom as their den;
Oh that they knew the day of rest,

Would they disturb me then ? 3. Fain would I lay the burden down

That wounds me with its weight,
To gaze awhile at yonder crown,

And press to heaven's gate. 4. I ask a foretaste of the peace,

The rest, the joy, the love,
Which, when their earthly Sabbaths cease,

Await the saints above.

MRS. GILBERT.

27.

C. M.
1. My Sabbath suns may all have set,

My Sabbath scenes be o'er,
The place, at least, where we are met

May know my steps no more;
2. The prophet of the cross may ne'er

Again preach peace to me;
The voice of interceding prayer

A farewell voice may be.
3. While yet the life-proclaiming word

Doth through my conscience thrill,
Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred,

I can repent, I will.
4. Thou that to will in me hast wrought,

Haste, work in me to do;
And, lest the purpose leave my thought,

Now my whole heart renew.
5. Dying Redeemer, to Thy breast,

A dying wretch, I flee;
Bid me be reconciled and blest.
And born of God, through Thee.

W. M. BUNTING.

-C. M.
1. Come, dearest Lord, and feed Thy sheep,

On this sweet day of rest;
O! bless this flock, and make this fold

Enjoy a heavenly rest.
2. Welcome, and precious to my soul

Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep

When I shall rest above!
3. I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;

Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;
Here, in Thine own appointed way,

I wait to see Thy face.

28.

4. These are the sweet and precious days

On which my Lord I've seen,
And oft, when feasting on His word,

In raptures I have been.
5. O! if my soul, when death appears,

In this sweet frame be found,
I'll clasp my Saviour in mine arms,

And leave this earthly ground.

MASON,

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1. When the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs for God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close

That ends the weary week!
2 How sweet will be the early dawn

That opens on the sight,
When first the soul-reviving morn

Shall shed new rays of light.
3. Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease,

Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,

A Sabbath o'er my soul.
4. When will my pilgrimage be done,

. The world's long week be o'er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,

That day which fades no more ? EDMESTON.

30.

C. M. 1. BLESSED 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.

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