5 With joy, great God, thy works we view
In various scenes, both old and new:
With praise we think on mercies past;
With hope we future mercies taste.

6 In holy duties let the day

In holy pleasures-pass away.
How sweet the sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!

20.

7s M. 61.

*J. NEWTON.

A Prayer for Lord's Day.
1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way.
Let us now his blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day, of all the week the best-
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by almighty power,

Fed and guided by thy hand,
May we not forgetful be,
Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee.

3 While we seek supplies of grace
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciling face,

Take away our sin and shame.
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.

4 Here we come thy name to praise :
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes
While we thy house appear;
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief from all complaints.
Thus let all our sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

21.

C. M.

*MRS. BARBAuld.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O, what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
O, what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Was crucified and slain :

Behold, the tomb its prey restores;
Behold, he lives again.

6 And while his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies,

Broken beneath his powerful cross
Death's iron sceptre lies.

*DODDRIDGE

22.

L. M.

The Heavenly Sabbath.

1 LORD of the sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And let our songs and worship rise,
Like grateful incense, to the skies.
2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love :
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.

No

4 No rude alarms, no raging foes,
To interrupt the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
To veil the bright, eternal noon.
50; long-expected day, begin;

Dawn on these realms of death and sin.
Fain would we quit this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

A Prayer for Lord's Day.

MRS. STEELE.

1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers.
May we employ in work divine
These solemn, these devoted hours,
O may our souls adoring own

The grace which calls us to thy throne. 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly; Where God resides appear no more;

路

Omniscient God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
O may thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divine.
3 The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast.
May every ear the call obey;
Be every heart a humble guest;
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed.
4 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart;
O may thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.

24.

L. M.

*WATTS.

Sabbath on Earth, and in Heaven. Ps. 92.
1 SWEET 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 at 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 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!

4 And I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart,

And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor ever break my peace again.
6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

ANONYMOUS.

Sabbath on Earth, and in Heaven.

1 FREQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quickening beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love;
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine-
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine;

5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our powers employ-
Delighted range th' ethereal plains,
And taste eternal joy.