2 Lord, in this day of holy rest, We would improve the calm repose; And, in thy service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.
3 Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart, Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew.
4 We would our prayers with fervor bring, And lay them at thy sacred throne; And render praise, O heavenly King, To thee, whom praise can claim alone.
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Sabbath Morning.
1 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 Mercies, multiplied each hour,
Through our lives, our praise demand;
Guarded by thy mighty power,
Fed and guided by thy hand. Yet ungrateful we have been, Paying back these gifts with sin.
3 Lord, we pray for pardoning grace, In our dear Redeemer's name: Sin remove, and in its place Give us virtue's purest flame; Thus, from all our sins set free, May we rest at last with thee.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
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.
1 WHEN, 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, Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice?
3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord Thy golden offerings well may spare; But give thy heart, and thou shalt find Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn.
2 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate, this day,
The Sabbath of the soul.
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