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And faithful souls will surely scorn

To doze the hours away.] 3 This is the day for holy rest,

Yet clouds will gather soon,
Except my Lord become my guest,
And

put my harp in tune.
4 No heav'nly fire my heart can raise

Without the Spirit's aid ;
His breath must kindle pray'r and praise,

Or I am cold and dead.
5 On all the flocks thy Spirit pour,

And saving health convey ;
A sweet, refreshing sunday show'r

Will make 'em sing and pray. 6 Direct thy shepherds how to feed

The flocks of thy own choice ;
Give savor to the heav'nly bread,
And bid the folds rejoice.
544. C. M. Mason, altered.

Sabbath Morning. (1 COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,

On this sweet day of rest;
O bless this flock, and make this fold

Enjoy an heav'nly resto]
2 Welcome, and precious to my soul

Are these sweet days of love ; But what a sabbath shall I keep,

When I shall rest above ! 3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,

Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace, Here, in thine own appointed way,

I wait to see thy face. 4. These are the sweet and precious days

On which my Lord I've seen; And oft, when feasting on his word,

In raptures I have been.

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541. C. M. De Courcy's Col.

Sabbath Morning 1 COME

OME, let us join in sweet accord

In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord

Hath made and call'd his own. 2 This is the day which God hath blest,

The brightest of the sey'n ; Type of that everlasting rest,

The saints enjoy in heav'n.

542. C. M. De Courcy's Col. altered.

Sabbath Morning 1

THE
THE Lord of sabbaths let us praise,

In concert with the blest;
And in most sweet, harmonious lays,

Employ this day of rest.
2 O may we still remember thee,

And more in knowledge grow; And may we more of glory see,

While waiting here below.
3 On this sweet day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd,
By God th' eternal Word, than when

This universe was made.
4 He rises, who our souls hath bought

With blood, and grief, and pain ; 'Twas great to speak the world from nought 'Twas greater to redeem.

543. C. M. Berridge. Sabbath Morning....Psalm cxviii. 24. 1 N his sweet morn my Lord arose,

Triumphant o'er the grave! He dies to vanquish all my foes,

And lives again to save. [2 I bless the Lord, and hail the morn,

It is my Lord's own day;

And faithful souls will surely scorn

To doze the hours away.] 3 This is the day for holy rest,

Yet clouds will gather soon,
Except my Lord become my guest,

And put my harp in tune.
4 No heav'nly fire my heart can raise

Without the Spirit's aid ;
His breath must kindle pray'r and praise,

Or I am cold and dead.
5 On all the flocks thy Spirit pour,

And saving health convey;
A sweet, refreshing sunday show'r

Will make 'em sing and pray. 6 Direct thy shepherds how to feed

The flocks of thy own choice ;
Give savor to the heav'nly bread,
And bid the folds rejoice.
544. C. M. Mason, altered.

Sabbath Morning [1 COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,

On this sweet day of rest;
O bless this flock, and make this fold

Enjoy an heav'nly resto]
2 Welcome, and precious to my soul

Are these sweet days of love; But what a sabbath shall I keep,

When I shall rest above! 3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,

Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace, Here, in thine own appointed way,

I wait to see thy face. 4 These are the sweet and precious days On which

my

Lord I've seen; And oft, when feasting on his word,

In raptures I have been.

5 O if my soul, when death appears,

In this sweet frame be found :
I'd clasp my Saviour in mine arms,

And leave this earthly ground. 6 I long for that delightful hour,

When from this clay undrest,
I shall be cloth'd in robes divine,

And made forever blest.

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545. C. M. Dobell. Sabbath Morning.... Psalm xvi. 11. 1 HAPPY souls, who dwell above;

In God's immediate sight;
They glow with everlasting love,

And shine divinely bright. 2 O what a sabbath they enjoy,

Now freed from ev'ry sin ;
While Jesu's love is their employ,

And endless praise their theme. 3 O may I breathe that heav'nly air,

And feast on joys divine ;
And sing and praise my Saviour there,

And in his glories shine.
4 • Thy presence beams eternal day

O'er all the blissful place ;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?'

546. S. M. Hoskins, altered.

Sabbath. Morning....Luke xxiv. 34. 1 0-day the Saviour rose ;

Our Jesus left the dead ;
He conquer'd our tremendous foes,

And satan captive led.
2 He left his glorions throne,

To make our peace with God;
Blessings forever on his name

He bought us with his blood.

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For us his life he paid

For us the law fulfill'd :
On him our loads of guilt were laid ;

We by his stripes are heal'd.
Ye saints, adore his name,

Who hath such mercy shown ;
Ye sinners, love the bleeding Lamb,

And make his praises known.

546. Second Part. 7s. Newton, altered.

Sabbath Morning
1 AFELY thro' another week,

God has brought us on our way ;
Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day.
Day of all the week the best ;

Emblem of eternal rest!
2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Thro' the dear Redeemer's name,
Shew thy reconciling face-

Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,

May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we're come, thy name to praise ;

Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear :
Here afford us, Lord, a taste

Of our everlasting feast.
& May the gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;
Make the fruits of grace abound ;

Bring relief for all complaints ;
Thus let all our sabbaths prove,
"Till we join the church above.

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