1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose, How sweet to hail the evening's close, 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn When first that soul-reviving morn 3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease: 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, That sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? 1 HAIL to the Sabbath day! The day divinely given, 2 Lord, in thy sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, 3 But thou art not alone 4 Thy temple is the arch Thy Sabbath the stupendous march 5 Lord! may a holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight; And grant us in thy courts to pray Of pure, unclouded light. Lord's Day Morning. 1 ANOTHER Six-days' work is done: Another Sabbath is begun: Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day which 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, 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, 4 In holy duties let the day- 46. L. M. 61. EPISCOPAL COL. "Remember that thou keep holy, the Sabbath Day." 1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers: With joy, we now to thee resign These solemn, consecrated hours; 0 may our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. 2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore: May worldly cares our bosoms fly, And where thou art, intrude no more: O may thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy words, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart; Then shall the day indeed be thine; Our souls shall then adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. 47. C. M. WATTS. Sabbath Morning Worship. 1 ONCE more, my soul, the chosen day Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 2 Day unto day his name repeats; Through all the heaven on which he sits 3 And we will magnify his name, Our tongue shall speak his praise, 4 My God! may every hour be thine, The Sabbath of Earth and Heaven. The songs which from thy churches rise. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; 5 O, long-expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; 49. C. M. CODMAN'S COL. The Blessing of the Sabbath. 1 BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright, 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine; And made thee heavenly and divine 3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove And they who do the Sabbath love, 4 This day I must to God appear; 1 How welcome thy returning beams, 2 Come, let us join the goodly throng, |