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2 Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
3 So shall the God of mercy pleased receive
That only tribute man has power to give;
4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts
guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end!
1 Sweet day of rest! for thee I'd wait,
Where saints are fully blest;
Sweet day of sacred rest!
2 But oft, with shame I will confess,
No joy, alas! have I:
And lay it coldly by.
Who makes me sometimes sing;
And triumph in my King.
'Till death shall seal my tongue:
My heaven an endless song.
Longing for the Sabbath of glory.
Mark ii, 28. Rev. xxii, 5.
In this thy house, on this thy day;
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
From sin, from sorrow, and from pain! 3 In thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
Resounding from immortal tongues: 4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on this world of woe and sin !
Ps. xliii, 3-5.
To shed its quick’ning beams;
How languid are its flames !
2 Accept our faint attempts to love;
Our frailties, Lord! forgive:
And praise Thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord ! our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend
Where Sabbaths never end.
4 There we shall breathe celestial air,
With heav'nly lustre shine,
And feast on love divine.
Ps. cxxii, 1. Rev. i, 10.
1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers;
These solemn, these devoted hours:
2 Ye cares of earth, and trifles, fly!
Where God resides appear no more!
Can every secret thought explore:
And fix our thoughts on things divine! 3[The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
Be every heart a grateful guest;
On soul-reviving bounties feed!]
Oh! may thy word with life divine
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
C. N. Rejoicing in the day which the Lord hath made.
Ps. cxviii, 22-24. John i, 1-3. Col. fii, 16. 1 LORD of the Sabbath! Thee we praise
In concert with the blest,
Employ an endless rest.