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1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,

How sweet to hail the evening's close,
That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,

When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!

3 Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease:
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A sabbath o'er my soul!

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er,

That sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more?

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1 HAIL to the Sabbath day!

The day divinely given,
When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.

2 Lord, in thy sacred hour,

Within thy courts we bend,

And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend!

3 But thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod,
Nor only is the day thine own,
When crowds adore their God.

4 Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky,

Thy Sabbath the stupendous march
Of grand eternity.

5 Lord! may a holier day

Dawn on thy servants' sight; And grant us in thy courts to pray Of pure, unclouded light.

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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,
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-
In holy pleasures-pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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

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grace that calls us to thy throne.

47.

C. M. WATTS.

Sabbath Morning Worship.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the chosen day
Salutes thy waking eyes!

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him who rules the skies.

2 Day unto day his name repeats;
The night renews the sound,

Through all the heaven on which he sits
And rolls the seasons round.

3 And we will magnify his name,

Our tongue shall speak his praise,
Whose hand sustains our mortal fram
Through all our passing days.

4 My God! may every hour be thine,
Till all our days are past;
So shall our sun in peace decline,
And set in smiles at last.

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The Sabbath of Earth and Heaven.
1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy churches rise.
2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues :

4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O, long-expected day, begin;

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

49. C. M.

CODMAN'S COL.

The Blessing of the Sabbath.

1 BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise.

2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine;
His rising thee did raise;

And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.

3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;

And they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week will find.

4 This day I must to God appear;
For, Lord, the day is thine;
Help me to spend it in thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.

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1 How welcome thy returning beams,
Thou fairest morn of all the seven!
Those wake to toil, and earthly schemes;
Thou to repose, and thoughts of heaven.

2 Come, let us join the goodly throng,
And pay to God our early vow,
Repeat his praise in cheerful song,
And at his footstool humbly bow.

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