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L. M.

The joys of the Sabbath. WEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and 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.

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Delight in ordinances.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw

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 in such a place,
Where thou, my God, art seen,
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.

S. M.

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L. M

In the Sanctuary.

AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

20 warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire :
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.

;

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C. M.

We will rejoice and be glad in it.

THIS is the day the Lord hath made:
O earth, rejoice and sing;
Let songs of triumph hail the morn;
Hosanna to our King!

2 The Stone the builders set at naught,
That Stone has now become
The sure foundation, and the strength
Of Zion's heavenly dome.

8 Christ is that stone, rejected once,
And number'd 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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Joyful homage.

awake!

And hail this sacred day:
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Come bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings:
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

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C. M.

The type of everlasting rest.
YOME, let us join with one accord

This is the day our rising Lord
Hath made and call'd his own.

2 This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven,
Type of that everlasting rest
The saints enjoy in heaven.

3 Then let us in his name sing on,
And hasten to that day
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.

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Pledge of endless rest. ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;

Another six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun.

best:

L. M.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from Christ 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 comforts, pass away;
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.
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Life and immortality brought to light. of blessed day, At thy dawn the grave gave way To the power of Him within, Who had, sinless, bled for sin. 2 Thine the radiance to illume First, for man, the dismal tomb, When its bars their weakness own'd, There revealing death dethroned. 3 Then the Sun of righteousness Rose, a darken'd world to bless, Bringing up from mortal night Immortality and light.

4 Day of glory, day of power,
Sacred be thine every hour,-
Emblem, earnest, of the rest
That remaineth for the blest.

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The eternal Sabbath,
AIL to the Sabbath-day!

When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.

In courts by mortals trod;
Nor only is the day thine own
When man draws near to God:-

2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend. 3 But thou art not alone

4 Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Ŏf vast eternity.

5 Lord, may that holier day

Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.

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Spirit of humble fear divine,
That trembles at thy word.

S. M.

C. M.

In the Spirit on the Lord's day.

·MAY I throughout this day of thine,

Be

2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise, And fix on things above;

Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.