3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
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HYMN. 7's.
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 seek supplies of 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 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners-comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
HYMN. 7's.
The Sabbath Morning.
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1 IN this calm impressive hour,
Let my pray'r ascend on high;
God of mercy, God of pow'r,
Hear me when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,
For the sake of Christ thy Son.
2 With this morning's early ray,
While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of light convey
Joy and gladness to my heart:
Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.
3 O what joy that word affords,
"Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;"
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Send thy gospel heralds forth:
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.
HYMN. C. M.
The Resurrection Sabbath.
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1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!
2 In the cold prison of the tomb
Our dear Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.
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HYMN. C. M.
1 WHEN, on the third auspicious day,
While yet the blushing dawn
Shed forth its earliest smiling ray
To gild the rising morn;
2 The "holy women" sought the place
Where their belov'd was laid,
And shining angels preach'd the grace
That rais'd him from the dead;
3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground,
Where his dear flesh had lain,
To tell his mourning friends around,
That Jesus lives again.
4 This day, as days of older time,
Is one of heav'nly joy;
Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime,
And ev'ry tongue employ.
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HYMN. C. M..
1 FREQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live,
3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;
4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine;
5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our pow'rs employ:
Delighted range th' etherial plains,
And take our fill of joy.
HYMN. L. M.
The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.
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1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Obscures the lustre of thy throne.
4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet,
And give us but the lowest seat;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song
Of the triumphant, holy throng.
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HYMN. L. M.
1 IS there a time when moments flow, More peacefully than all beside? It is, of all the times below,
A Sabbath eve in summer tide.
2 O then the setting sun smiles fair,
And all below, and all above,
The diff'rent forms of nature wear
One universal garb of love.
3 And then the peace that Jesus beams, The life of grace, the death of sin, With nature's placid woods and streams, Is peace without, and peace within.
4 Delightful scene! a world at rest,
A God all love, no grief nor fear;
A heav'nly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile unsullied by a tear.
5 If heav'n be ever felt below,
A scene so heav'nly, sure, as this,
May cause a heart on earth to know
Some foretaste of celestial bliss.
6 Delightful hour, how soon will night
Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign; And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again.
7 Yet will there dawn at last a day,
A SUN that never sets shall rise;
Night will not veil his ceaseless ray,
The heav'nly Sabbath never dies!
HYMN. C. M.
Evening Twilight.
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1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.
2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driv'n.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR.
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HYMN. L. M.
1 GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand;
By that supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night-at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed-
By his unerring counsels led.
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3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future-all to us unknown-
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
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