1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done; Another sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 4 in holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away: 2 Oh grant thy blessing here to-day! Oh give thy people joy and peace! The tokens of thy love display, And favor that shall never cease. 1 WE bless thee for this sacred day, Thou who hast every blessing given, Which sends the dreams of earth away, And yields a glimpse of opening heaven 2 Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest, May we improve thy calm repose, 4 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, 5 O long-expected day! begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin 36. The Sacrifice of the Heart. MRS. BARBAULD 1 WIEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker, God, What rites, what honors, shall he pay? How spread his sovereign's praise abroad! 2 From marble domes and gilded spires 3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord 22 CLARENDON. C.M. 37. Sincre Worship. H. ALFORD. 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine. 10 TпOU who hast thy servants taught, That not by words alone, But by the fruits of holiness, The life of God is shown! 2 While in the house of prayer we meet, And call thee God and Lord, Give us a heart to follow thee, Obedient to thy word. 8 When we our voices lift in praise, 4 And, in the dangerous path of life, That with our lips and in our lives 1 GOD of our fathers, by whose hand LOGAN 2 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 9:3 EDINBURGH. C.M. J. JOLLY. 8 Oh spread thy sheltering wings around, 14 Ten thousand differing lips shall join Till all our wanderings cease; Our souls arrive in peace. 4 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand, Our humble prayers implore; And Thou, the Lord, shalt be our God 40. Resurrection of Christ Morning. MRS. BARBAULD. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light, Oh what a night was that which wrapt 8 This day be grateful homage paid, To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings 41. To nations yet unborn. The Hour of Prayer. ORIG. HYMNS 1 EARTH's busy sounds and ceaseless din, Wake not this morning air! A holy calm should welcome in 2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, 3 Each better thought the spirit knows, And thou, from whom its being flows, 4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest Hallow life's every hour; And bear us to our better rest, Eternal, perfect, sure. |