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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
Delight in ordinances.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
Welcome to this reviving breast,
4 My willing soul would stay
In the Sanctuary.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
20 warm my heart with holy fire,
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made:
2 The Stone the builders set at naught,
8 Christ is that stone, rejected once,
4 This is the day the Lord hath made;
With songs of triumph hail the morn;
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And hail this sacred day:
2 On this auspicious morn
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings,
Thy praise responsive sings:
The type of everlasting rest.
This is the day our rising Lord
2 This is the day which God hath blest,
3 Then let us in his name sing on,
And shadows pass away.
4 Not one, but all our days below,
Pledge of endless rest. ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Another six days' work is done;
2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
3 This heavenly calm within the breast,
4 In holy duties, let the day,
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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,
The eternal Sabbath,
When men to God their homage pay,
In courts by mortals trod;
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
5 Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.
Spirit of humble fear divine,
In the Spirit on the Lord's day.
·MAY I throughout this day of thine,
2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise, And fix on things above;
Spirit of sacrifice and praise,