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2. There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven,

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

3. There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.

4. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.

409.

Sabbath evening.

1. How blest the sabbath-evening time,
Sweet precious moments given !
So peaceful, holy, so divine,

We seem almost to hear the chime
Foretelling morn in heaven.

2. Sweet Sabbath eve! day after day
In weakness we have striven;
But strengthen'd, now, we greet thy ray,
It lights for us the narrow way

That leads to peace in heaven.

3. Sweet Sabbath eve; sweet Sabbath eve; Dearest of all the seven!

We love thee, yet we do not grieve
That earth's fair scenes we soon must
For home-our home in heaven. [leave

The evening sacrifice.

2. With prayer, our humble praise we
For mercies day by day; [bring,
Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing;
Lord, teach us how to pray:
All that we have we owe to thee,-
Thy debtors through eternity.

3. Thou, blessed God, hast been our guide,
Through life our guard and friend;
Yet still, throughout life's wearied tide,
Preserve us to the end;

And when this life's sad journey 's past,
Receive us to thyself at last.

4. In our Redeemer's name, for all
These blessings we implore;
Prostrate, O Lord, before thee fall,
And gratefully adore:

411. Sabbath morn.

1. How calm and beautiful the morn,
That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the Crucified was borne,

And veil'd in midnight gloom!
O weep no more the Saviour slain;
The Lord is ris'n-he lives again.
2. How tranquil now the rising day!
"T is Jesus who appears,
A risen Lord, to chase away

Your unbelieving fears: O, weep no more your comforts slain, The Lord is ris'n-he lives again.

3. And when the shades of evening fall, When life's last hour draws nigh, If Jesus shines upon the soul,

How blissful then to die:

And bless our evening sacrifice.

Ye die in Christ to live again.