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Joy in the Presence of God. Ps. 83.

DODDRIDGE.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

MRS. BARBAULD, all.

2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice

4 To-morrow will be time enough Of fervent praise and prayer,

To feel your harsh control; Or on the earth or in the skies,

Ye shall not violate this day, The God of heaven is there.

The sabbath of the soul. 3 His presence is diffused abroad

Through realms, through worlds, un- 31.

known: Who seek the mercies of our God 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God; Are ever near his throne.

With

rays of beauty shine:

Oh let thy favor crown our days, 30.

And all their round be thine! 1 O FATHER! though the anxious fear 2 Did we not raise our hands to thee, May cloud to-morrow's way,

Our hands might toil in vain : No fear nor doubt shall enter here: Small joy success itself could give, All shall be thine to-day.

If thou thy love restrain. 2 We will not bring divided hearts 3 With thee let every week begin, To worship at thy shrine;

With thee each day be spent, But each unworthy thought departs,

For thee each fleeting hour improved. And leaves this temple thine.

Since each by thee is lent. 3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 4 Thus cheer us through this desert road, Of earth and folly born;

Till all our labors cease, Ye shall not dim the light that streams And heaven refresh our weary souls From this celestial morn.

With everlasting peace.

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Sincre Worship. H. ALFORD. | 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine, 10 thou who hast thy servants taught, His rising thee did raise; That not by words alone,

And made thee heavenly and divine But by the fruits of holiness,

Beyond all other days. The life of God is shown !

3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove 2 While in the house of prayer we meet, To all the sheaves behind; And call thee God and Loril,

And they who do the sabbath love, Give us a heart to follow thee,

A happy week will find. Obedient to thy word.

4 This day I must to God appear, 8 When we our voices lift in praise,

For, Lord, the day is thine; Give thou us grace to bring

Help me to spend it in thy fear,
An offering of unfeignèd thanks,

And thus to make it mine.
And with the spirit sing.
4 And, in the langerous path of life,
Uphold us us we go;

39.

For Guidance and Protection.
That with our lips and in our lives
Thy glory we may show.

1 God of our fathers, by whose band

Thy people sı:ll are blessed, 38.

Be with us through our pilgrimage, The Lord's Day.

Conduct us to our rest! : Blest day of God, most calm, most bright,

2 Through each perplexing path of life The first and best of days;

Our wandering footsteps guide; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, Give us each day our daily bread, The day of prayer and praise

And raiment fit provide.

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MRS. BARBAULD.

8 Ob spread thy sheltering wings around, 14 Ten thousand differing lips shall join Till all our wanderings cease;

To hail this welcome morn, And, at our Father's loved abode, Which scatters blessings from its wings Our souls arrive in peace.

To nations yet unborn. 4 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore;

41.

The Hour of Prayer.
And Thou, the Lord, shalt be our God
And portion evermore.

1 Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din,

Wake not this morning air!

A holy calm should welcome in 40.

This solemn hour of prayer. Ras wrrection of Christ Morning. 1 AGAiN the Lord of life and light, 2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, Awakes the kindling ray;

And hushed within the breast; Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

A holy joy should welcome there, And pours increasing day. .

This happy day of rest. Oh what a night was that which wrapt 3 Each better thought the spirit knows, The heathen world in gloom !

This hour the spirit fill; Oh what a sun which broke this day, And thou, from whom its being flows, Triumphant from the tomb !

Oh teach it all thy will ! 8 This day be grateful homage paid, 4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest And loud hosannas sung ;

Hallow life's every hour; Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And bear us to our better rest, And praise on every tongue.

Eternal, perfect, sure.

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