WREFORD.

8.6.8.4.

REV. E. S. CARTER.

Amen.

43

"Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: they will be still
praising Thee."-Ps. lxxxiv. 4.

I HAIL! sacred day of earthly rest,
From toil and trouble free;
Hail! day of light, that bringest light
And joy to me.

P 2 A holy stillness, breathing calm
On all the world around,

Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee,
Where rest is found.

P 3 No sound of jarring strife is heard,
As weekly labours cease;

No voice, but those that sweetly sing
Sweet songs of peace.

4 On all I think, or say, or do,

A ray of light divine

Is shed, O God, this day, by Thee,
For it is Thine.

ANGELS' SONG.

F 5 I hear the organ loudly peal
And soaring voices raise
To Thee, their great Creator, hymns
Of deathless praise !

F 6 From choir to battlement and tower
The solemn anthem rolls,
Ascending with the hidden fire
Of ransomed souls.

cres.

L.M.

7 All earthly things appear to fade,
As, rising high and higher,
The yearning voices strive to join
The heavenly choir.

8 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise,
That Thou this day hast given
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven. Amen.

DR. ORLANDO GIBBONS, 1623.

-men.

44

"The Son of Man is Lord also of the Sabbath."-St. Mark ii. 28

I LORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Thy house, on this Thy day;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from Thy temple rise.
2 Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love,
But look for truer rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

45

Man. Ped.

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and
be glad in it."- Ps. cxviii. 24.

I O DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.
2 On thee, at the Creation,

The light first had its birth:
On thee for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee, our Lord victorious

The Spirit sent from heaven; And thus on thee most glorious, A triple light was given.

3 Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise ; Thou art a cooling fountain

In life's dry dreary sand;

From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised Land.

4 Thou art a holy ladder,

Where Angels go and come;
Each Sunday finds us gladder,
Nearer to heaven, our home :
O day of sweet refection
Thou art, a day of love;
A day of resurrection

From earth to things above.
5 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly Manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls;
Where Gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
6 New graces ever gaining

From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.

F To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;

The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One. Amen