HILE the Sabbath light is beaming,
And the earth is brightly gleaming,
Let us seek the Savior's face-
Humbly ask him for his grace.
2 Leave us now, each earthly feeling;
May devotion, o'er us stealing,
Take each sinful thought away;
Let us serve our God to-day.
8 Soon the Sabbath will be fading,
Night will come, its glories shading;
Sabbath duties all be o'er-
We can hear and learn no more.
4 O when wearied life is failing,
May we, heaven's glories hailing,
Rise to dwell where angels be,
God our Savior's face to see.
RISE, rise, free from the mourning,
Light, light, spreads from the sky;
See, see, bright the day dawning,
Jesus is risen on high.
Rise, rise, rise, rise,
Jesus is risen on high.
2 Come, come, sing to the Savior,
Love, love, beams from his eye;
Haste, haste, share in his favor,
Worship the Savior on high.
Come, come, come, come,
Worship the Savior on high.
3 Praise, praise, yield him with gladness,
Earth, earth, banish thy gloom.
Where, death, where is thy sadness?
Jesus returns from the tomb.
Praise, praise, praise, praise,
Jesus returns from the tomb.
4 Hail, hail, children adore thee,
Here, here, anthems we give;
There, there, dwelling in glory,
Love in thy life we'll receive.
Hail, hail, hail, hail,
Love in thy life we'll receive.
HE Sabbath is come! the Sabbath is come!
The Sabbath so peacefully flowing,
While silence is throwing
Its vail o'er the earth.
On man now is stealing
Each reverent feeling,
Of heavenly birth. (Repeat.)
2 The Sabbath is come!
No sound on its stillness is breaking;
But warbled songs waking
Along the green vale,
And hark! how the praises,
All nature now raises
Float by on the gale.
8 The Sabbath is come!
The church bell for worship is ringing,
Delightfully bringing
The thoughts to repose.
WELCOME, welcome, festal day,
ur years and cheers our way;
Kind friends and teachers, parents dear,
Our hearts rejoice to see you here.
2 To you, dear friends, whose gen'rous aid,
Within our reach good books have laid,
We offer thanks; and we would pray
That God would bless you day by day.
3 Our teachers dear, by whose kind hand
We're pointed to the spirit-land,
If there one note to mortals rise,
We'll thank you in those upper skies.
4 The Sabbath bell we love to hear,
That calls us to the house of prayer;
Our pastor there we love to see,
Who points us upwards, Lord, to thee.
5 We bless our God for parents dear,
We mourn for those who have none here;
We join the orphans plaintive air,
For them we raise the fervent prayer.
6 We know these earthly ties must endWe're taught to seek in Christ a friend, Whose changeless love no power can move, O Savior, shed on us that love!
WWelcome again;
ELCOME, sweet Sabbath day!
Join, join the cheerful lay
To Christ's blest name!
Send us a blessing, Lord,
Cheer us, we pray;
Bless thy word, bless thy word,
On this bright day.
2 While in this vale of tears,
Shine in our path;
Save, save us from our fears,
Strengthen our faith.
Thus, while in life we stay,
Crown us with peace;
Then away, then away,
Where pains shall cease!
3 Welcome, sweet day of rest!
To wand'rers given;
Joy to the troubled breast,
Like that in heaven.
Dear is the sacred day,
Dear thine, O Lord;
O away! O away!
To hear thy word.
company we meet, Our songs of praises to repeat, And pay our homage at the feet
Of Jesus Christ, the Christian's friend.
2 He bids us come, and lo! we standAs volunteers-a youthful band.
We come, we come, at his command,
To be his faithful followers.
3 "Give me thy heart," we hear him say,
Lord, we thy mandate will obey;
We come to tread the narrow way-
A youthful army for the Lord.
4 We wait not till time's chilling flight
Hath quenched our youthful spirit s might,
No, no! we come, and now unite
To join the soldiery of heaven.
5 Here, here, may many an army rise,
Well skill'd in warfare for the skies,
And come with us to take the prize
Of life eternal in the heavens!
HERE is a voice on every breeze,
THERE a on every
We hear it in the stirring trees,
And from the verdant ground.
That still, small voice is everywhere,
Like music from above,
Earth, air and sea, the voice is there,
It whispers, "God is love."
2 With worship in its perfumed heart,
The blossom lifts its eye;
The insects trump their humble part,
The brook is singing by.
With plumed wing the little bird
Sings in the sheltering grove,
And with them all the voice is heard,
It says, "Our God is love."
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