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With silent awe I hail the sacred morn,
Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeams lingering there ;
Wafted on wings of praise and prayer.
This time, how lovely and how still !
Peace shines, and smiles on all below;
All fair with evening's setting glow.
Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels thy sweet calm, and melts in love ; And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
Our journey here will not be long,
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; Then we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God!
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And shun what we deplore.
Our contrite spirits pitying see,
And penitence impart;
Beam hope upon the heart.
When our responsive tongues essay
Their grateful songs to raise ; Grant that our souls may join the lay,
And rise to Thee in praise.
When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign ;
Which is not wholly Thine.
Let faith each meek petition fill,
And waft it to the skies,
That grants it or denies.
Lord of the Sabbath and its light!
I hail Thy hallow'd day of rest ; It is my weary soul's delight,
The solace of my care-worn breast.
Its dewy morn—its glowing noon
Its tranquil eve_its solemn nightPass sweetly; but they pass too soon,
And leave me sadden'd at their flight.
Yet sweetly as they glide along,
And hallow'd tho' the calm they yield; Transporting tho’ their rapt'rous song,
And heav'nly visions seem reveald :
My soul is desolate and drear,
My silent harp untun'd remains ; Unless, my Saviour, Thou art near,
To heal my wounds and soothe my pains.
O ever, ever let me hail
Thy presence with that day of rest !
Spirit of peace ! descend, and rest
Still hover here, Celestial Dove !
And have the ocean-waves no voice
That lifts them from the yawning sea,
In childlike pure simplicity,
REV. 1. 10.
L. THE CARE OF MINISTERS FOR THEIR FLOCKS.
JESUS saith unto him, Feed my sheep.--JOHN xxi. 17.
Now therefore we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.--2 Cor. v. 20.
Who is God's chosen priest ?
Who hath learned lowliness From his Lord's cradle, patience from his cross, Whom poor men's hearts and eyes consent to bless, To whom, for Christ, the world is loss ;