THE SABBATH. 239 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The day consecrated. Gemands our souls' collected powers; GREAT God, this hallow'd day of thine May we employ in works divine These solemn and devoted hours: The grace which calls us to thy throne. 240 The day improved. C. M. THIS day the Lord hath call'd his own Let us his praise declare, Fix our desires on him alone, And seek his face with prayer. 2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, 3 Now let the world's delusive things 4 O let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, The purest comfort here afford, 241 The joys of the Sabbath. L. M. WEET is the work, my God, my King, STEPT is thy name, give thanks, sing To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth by night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part: And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 242 Delight in ordinances. S. M. Welcome to this reviving breast, 3 One day in such a place, 4 My willing soul would stay And sit and sing herself away 213 In the Sanctuary. L. M. AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; C. M. Let songs of triumph hail the morn; 2 The Stone the builders set at naught, The sure foundation, and the strength 8 Christ is that stone, rejected once, 4 This is the day the Lord hath made; With songs of triumph hail the morn; 245 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Joyful homage. And hail this sacred day: WAKE, ye saints, awake! In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay: Come bless the day that God hath blest, 2 On this auspicious morn 8 All hail, triumphant Lord! Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 246 The type of everlasting rest. COME, let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord Hath made and call'd his own. C. M 2 This is the day which God hath blest, 3 Then let us in his name sing on, When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away. 4 Not one, but all our days below, Let us in hymns employ; And, in our Lord rejoicing, go To his eternal joy. 247 n Pledge of endless rest. L. M. DETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest; Another six days' work is done; Another Sabbath is begun. 20 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, And draw from Christ that sweet repose,.. How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, 5th P. M. 4 lines 78. Life and immortality brought to light. DAY At thy dawn the grave gave way 2 Thine the radiance to illume |