To all the sheaves behind; And they that do a Sabbath love,

A happy week shall find.

mf 4 This day must I for God appear, For, Lord, the day is Thine; O let me spend it in Thy fear! Then shall the day be mine.

Amen.

J. MASON.

mf 4 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free;
Which makes us leave our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee.

mf 5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;
cr I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Saviour's face.

mf 6 These are my preparation days;
And when my soul is drest,
cr These Sabbaths shall deliver me
To mine eternal rest. Amen.

J. MASON.

E. S. CARTER.

A men.

f 5 I hear the organ loudly peal,
And soaring voices raise

To Thee, their great Creator, hymns
Of deathless praise.

6 All earthly things appear to fade
As, rising high and higher,

cr The yearning voices strive to join
The heavenly choir.]

f7 For those who sing with saints below
Glad songs of heavenly love,
Shall sing when songs on earth have
With saints above. [ceased-

f 8 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise,
That Thou this day hast given,—
Sweet foretaste of the endless day
Of rest in heaven. Amen.

G. THRING.

mf THE dawn of God's dear Sabbath Breaks o'er the earth again,

As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain.

It comes as cooling showers

To some exhausted land, As shade of clustered palm-trees 'Mid weary wastes of sand. [2 O day when earthly sorrow

Is merged in heavenly joy,
And trial changed to blessing
That foes may not destroy,-
cr When want is turned to fulness,
And weariness to rest,
And pain to wondrous rapture,
Upon the Saviour's breast!]
mf 3 Lord! we would bring for offering,
Though marred with earthly soil,
A week of earnest labour,
Of steady, faithful toil;
Fair fruits of self-denial,

Of strong, deep love to Thee,
Fostered by Thine own Spirit,
In our humility.

4 And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling,
From bondage to be freed;

Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all thy work undone-
So many talents wasted!

So few bright laurels won!

mf 5 And with that sorrow mingling, A steadfast faith, and sure, And love so deep and fervent, That tries to make it pure:cr In His dear presence finding The pardon that we need; dim And then the peace so lastingCelestial peace indeed!

mf 6 So be it, Lord, for ever.
O may we evermore,
In Jesu's holy Presence

His blessèd name adore!
Upon His peaceful Sabbath,
Within His temple-walls-
Type of the stainless worship
In Sion's golden halls.
f7 So that, in joy and gladness,
We reach that Home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is past;

cr When Angel-hands have gathered
The fair, ripe fruit for Thee,
ff O Father, Lord, Redeemer !
Most Holy Trinity! Amen.

ADA CROSS, V. 4, l. 3 altd.