3 Our daily bread supply

While by Thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive as we forgive.

4 From dark temptation's power,
From Satan's wiles, defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

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5 Thine shall for ever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are Thine.

THEE we adore, eternal Lord!

TH

L. M

We praise Thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee.

2 To Thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,

The heavens and all the powers therein.

3 The apostles join the glorious throng;
The prophets swell the immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.

4 Thee, holy Prophet, Priest, and King!
Thee, Saviour of mankind they sing:
Thus earth below, and heaven above,
Resound Thy glory and Thy love.

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35.

THE LORD'S DAY.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast
And these rejoicing eyes.

S. M.

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts His saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see Him here,
And love and praise and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where Christ, my Lord, has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

Till call'd to rise and soar away
To everlasting bliss.

WELCOME, delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest!

I hail thy kind return;

Lord, make these moments blest:
From the low train of mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend

And fill His throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address Thy face:

H. M.

Let sinners 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 the sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be enjoy'd in vain.

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AFELY through another week

SAFE

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,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconciling face —

Take away our sins 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.

4 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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H. M.

And hail this sacred day;
WAKE, ye saints, awake!

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

Come, bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;

He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth in humbler strains,
Thy praise_responsive sings:

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!

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ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest.

L. M.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n.

And gives this day the food of sev'n.

3 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he who feels it, knows.

4 With joy, great God! Thy works we view
In various scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think of mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.

5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

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THIS

C. M.

THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours His own:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day arose our glorious Head,
And death's dread empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumph spread
And all its wonders tell.

3 Hosanna! the anointed King
Ascends His destined throne;

To God our grateful homage bring,
And His Messiah own.

4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men
With messages of grace;

Who came in God His Father's name
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise!
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.