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S. M.
SWEET is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise Thy name, and hear Thy

word,

And grateful off'rings bring.
2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell ;
And, when approach the shades of

night,

Still on the theme to dwell.
3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice
With those who love and serve Thee

best,

And in Thy name rejoice.
4 To songs of praise and joy

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

H. Auber. 130

7s.61. 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 the week our praise demand ;
Guarded by almighty power,

Fed and guided by His hand,
Though ungrateful we have been,
And repaying love with sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconcilèd face,

Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,

May we rest this day in Thee.
4 As we come Thy name to praise

May we feel Thy presence near ;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in Thy house appear :
Here afford us, Lord, a taste

Of our everlasting feast.
5 May Thy gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints :
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove
Till we join the Church above.

J. Newton.

131

L. M.
ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Lord's day has begun ;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the hours thy God hath blest.

2 This day may our devotion rise

As grateful incense to the skies,
And heaven that sweet repose bestow

Which none but they who feel it know ! 3 That peaceful calm within the breast

Is the sure pledge of heavenly 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.

J. Stennett.

132

L. M.
This day at Thy creating word
First o'er the earth the light was poured :
O Lord, this day upon us shine,
And fill our souls with light divine.

2 This day the Lord for sinners slain

In might victorious rose again :
O Jesus, may we raised be
From death of sin, to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came

With fiery tongues of cloven-flame :
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray.

4 O day of Light, and Life, and Grace,

From earthly toils sweet resting-place,
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
Give we again to God above!

W. W. How.

133

7s.
On this day, the first of days,
God the Father's name we praise,
Who, creation's fount and spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.

2 On this day the eternal Son

Over death His triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came
With His gifts of living flame.

-3: Oh, that fervent love to-day

May in every: Heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the source of life and light !

4 Father, who didst fashion me

Image of Thyself to be,
Fill me with Thy love divine,

Let my every thought be Thine.
5 Holy Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee,
And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto Thee a sacrifice.

Tr. H. W. Baker. 134

8,6,8,4 Hail! sacred day of earthly rest,

From toil and trouble free ;
Hail ! day of light, that bringest light

And joy to me.
2 A holy stillness, breathing calm

On all the world around,
Uplifts my soul, O God, to Thee,

Where rest is found.

3 On all I think, or say, or do,

A ray of light divine
Is shed, o God, this day by Thee,

For it is Thine.

4 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise,

That Thou this day hast given,
Sweet foretaste of that endless day
Of rest in heaven.

G. Thring.

135

L. M. HOW PLEASANT, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints,

To meet th’assemblies of Thy saints. 2 Blest are the saints who sit on high,

Around Thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,

And all their work is praise and love. 3 Blest are the souls who find a place

Within the temple of Thy grace ;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,

And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set

To find the way to Zion's gate ;
God is their strength, and through the road

They lean upon their helper, God. 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength

Till all shall meet in heaven at length,
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

I. Watts.

136

6,6,6,6,8,8 AWAKE, ye saints, awake,

And hail the sacred day!
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:
Come, bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose,
And burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes ;

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