2 This is the day of rest. Our failing strength renew; 3 This is the day of peace. Thy peace our spirits fill; 4 This is the day of prayer. Let earth to heaven draw near; 5 This is the first of days. Send forth Thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O vanquisher of death! 122 J. Ellerton. C. M. THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 2 To-day He rose and left the dead, To-day the saints His triumphs spread 3 Hosanna, to the anointed King, Help us, O Lord; descend and bring 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God His Father's name, 5 Hosanna, in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise ! The highest heavens in which He reigns, 123 Shall give Him nobler praise. I. Watts. C. M. BLEST day of God, most calm, most bright, The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, 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 the day of Christ who love, 4 This day I must with God appear, 124 J. Mason. WITH joy we hail the sacred day 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! C. M. To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 3 Spirit of grace, O deign to dwell 4 Let peace within her walls be found; To spread with holy zeal around 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 125 ARISE, O King of grace, arise, And enter to Thy rest! H. Auber. C. M. Lo, Thy church waits with longing eyes, 2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Justice and truth His court maintain, 5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne; I. Watts. 126 S. M. HAIL to the Sabbath day, The day divinely given, When men to God their homage pay, 2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within Thy courts we bend, And bless Thy love, and own Thy power, 3 But Thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod; 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on Thy servants' sight; 127 S. G. Bulfinch. WELCOME, Sweet day of rest, S. M. 2 The King Himself comes near, 3 One day amidst the place 4 My willing soul would stay And sit, and sing herself away I. Watts. 128 My Lord, my Love, was crucified, 2 How sweetly rest Thy saints above C. M. The Church below doth rest in hope 3 Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, Mak'st them a weekly feast; Thy flocks meet in their several folds 4 Welcome and dear unto my soul 5 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, 6 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, J. Mason. |