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THE LORD'S PRAYER.

UR Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

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Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

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THE APOSTLES' CREED.

BELIEVE in God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth ;

And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord; who was conceived by the Holy Ghost; born of the Virgin Mary; suffered under Pontius Pilate; was crucified, dead, and buried; he descended into hell. The third day he rose from the dead; he ascended into heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy, catholic Church; the Communion of Saints; the Forgiveness of sins; the Resurrection of the body; and the Life everlasting. Amen.

THE LORD'S DAY.

MIRIAM. 7s & 6s. D.

7. P. Holbrook. 1865.

1. O day of rest and glad-ness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sad-ness, D. S. Sing, Ho-ly, Holy, Holy,

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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 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.

4 New graces ever gaining

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

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

The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth. 1862.

I THY holy day's returning
Our hearts exult to see;
And with devotion burning,
Ascend, O God, to thee!
To-day with purest pleasure,

Our thoughts from earth withdraw;
We search for heavenly treasure,
We learn thy holy law.

2 We join to sing thy praises,
Lord of the Sabbath day;
Each voice in gladness raises

Its loudest, sweetest lay!
Thy richest mercies sharing,
Inspire us with thy love,
By grace our souls preparing
For nobler praise above.

Ray Palmer. 1834.

SABBATH. 7s. 6 lines.

Lowell Mason. 1834.

1.Safely thro' another week, God has bro't 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; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.

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I SAFELY, through 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 pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show 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 come thy name to praise;
May we 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 thy gospel's joyful sound

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

Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we rest in thee above.

John Newton. 1779.

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I HAIL, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams:
Light, which not of earth is born,

From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.

2 Sad and weary were our way, Fainting oft beneath our load, But for thee, thou blessed day,

Resting-place on life's rough road :
Here flow forth the streams of grace,
Strengthened hence we run our race.

3 Soon, too soon, the sweet repose
Of this day of God will cease;
Soon this glimpse of heaven will close,
Vanish soon the hours of peace;
Soon return the toil, the strife,
All the weariness of life.

4 But the rest which yet remains
For thy people, Lord, above,
Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains,
Endless as their Saviour's love:

O may every Sabbath here

Bring us to that rest more near.

Mrs. Julia Anne Elliott. 1835.

LISCHER. H. M.

German. Arr. by Lowell Mason. 1841.

Welcome, de-light-ful morn, Thou day of sa- cred rest!
I hail thy kind re

turn; Lord, make these moments blest: From the low train of mor-tal toys,

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I THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes,

No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long-expected day, begin!

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Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. Philip Doddridge. 1755.

I ANOTHER Six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day,

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In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
Joseph Stennett. 1732.

I How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord:
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,
And come according to thy word.

2 From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with thee:
Ah, Lord, behold us at thy feet;
Let this the gate of heaven be.
3 Chief of ten thousand, now appear,
That we by faith may see thy face;
O speak, that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place.

Thomas Kelly. 1809.

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