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2 How sweet to hail the ear.y dawn

That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn

Beams its new rays of light! 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease

Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,

A sabbath o'er my soul !

C. M. Codman's Coll. The Blessing of the Sabbath. 1 Blest day of God! most calm, most brigh

The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,

The day of prayer and praise.
2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine;

His rising thee did raise ;
And made thee heavenly and divine

Beyond all other days.
3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove

To all the sheaves behind;
And they who do the Sabbath love,

A happy week will find.
4 This day I must to God appear;

For, Lord, the day is thine ; Help me to spend it in thy fear,

And thus to make it mine.

C. M. Mrs. FOLLEN. Love of Sabbath Service. 1 How sweet, upon this sacred day,

The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,

And think of God and heaven'

2 How sweet to be allowed to pray

Our sins may be forgiven !
With filial confidence to say,

“ Father, who art in heaven!”

3 How sweet the words of peace to hear

From him to whom. 't is given
To wake the penitential tear,

And lead the way to heaven!
4 And if, to make our sins depart,

In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart

Will send his grace from heaven.



A Prayer for Lord's Day.
I 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 ;
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


C. M. H. WARE, :s

Invoking God's Aid.
1 Father in heaven, to thee my heart

Would lift itself in prayer ;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought

And show thy presence there.

2 Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of my Lord,
Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.

3 0, help me break the galling chains,

This world has round me thrown,
Each passion of my heart subdue,

Each darling sin disown.
4 O Father, kindle in my breast

A never dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust

In thine almighty name.


H. M.

Invocatior. for Lord's Day Morning.
1 Welcome, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest!
We hail thy glad return :

Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights and mortal toys
We soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace ;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While we address thy face.
O let us feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers ;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless these sacred hours :
Then shall our souls new life obtain,
Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

C. P. M.

Attendance on Worship.
1 l’ll bless Jehovah's glorious name,
Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaira

With every morning light;
And at the close of every day,
To him my cheerful homage pay,

Who guards me through the night.
2 Then in his churches to appear,
And pay my humble worship there,

Shall be my sweet employ :
The day that saw my Saviour rise
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes

With pure and holy joy.
3 With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I'll celebrate the dying feast

Of my exalted Lord ;
And, while his perfect love I view.
His bright example I 'll pursue,

And meditate his word.

S. P. M.

Delight in the House of God.' .
| How pleased and blest was I

To hear the people cry,
« Come, let us seek our God to-day !"

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round

In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful scund,
3 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.


8 & 7s. M. WESLEY'S COLI

Divine Love.
I Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down !
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown.
Father ! thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art ;
Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every longing heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit

Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promised rest.

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