Nor slow to swell the gladness
Of Thy salvation's day,
And tell a world of sadness
Its curse is rolled away.

JOSEPH TRITTON. 1880.

C.M.

1217 There shall come a star out of

1

Jacob.-Numb. 24. 17.

LIGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart,
Star of the coming day,

Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.

2 Come, blessed Lord, bid every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King.

3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now
To the bright world above,

Break forth in rapturous strains of joy
In memory of Thy love.

4 Jesus, Thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee.

5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruit
Of grace and peace Divine;
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The p.am of ictory Thine.

L.M.

E. DENNY. 1848.

1218 Lo, I am with you alway.—Matt.

1

28. 20.

HEAD of the Church and Lord of all, Hear from Thy throne our suppliant call:

We come, the promised grace to seck, Of which, aforetime, Thou didst speak. 2 " Lo2 I am with you "-that sweet word, Lord Jesus, meekly be it heard,

And stamped with all-inspiring power, On our weak souls, this favoured hour! 3 Without Thy presence, King of saints, Our purpose fails, our spirit faints; Thou must our wavering faith renew, Ere we can yield Thee service true. 4 Thy consecrating might we ask ;Or vain the toil, unblest the task: And impotent of fruit will be Love's holiest effort wrought for Thee.

1 ASCEND Thy throne, almighty King!
And spread Thy glories all abroad;
Let Thine own arm salvation bring,
And be Thou known the gracious God.

1221 o come, let us sing unto the

Lord.-Ps. 95. 1.

10 thunka to our Almighty King,

COME, loud anthems let us sing,

For we our voices high should raise
When our salvation's rock we praise.

2 Into His presence let us haste,
To thank Him for His favours past;
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to His name belongs.

3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state,
Is with unrivalled glory great;
The hills' great strength is in His hand,
He made the sea, He fixed the land.

4 O let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Low on our knees, devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.

5 For He's our God, our Shepherd He,
The flock of His rich pasture we;
To-day, then, like His flock draw near,
To-day-if you His voice will hear.

TATE AND BRADY.

1696

10 of holiness!

WORSHIP the Lord in the beauty

[claim; Bow down before Him, His glory proWith gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness, [Name!

Kneel and adore Him, the Lord is His

2 Low at His feet lay Thy burden of carefulness, [thee, High on His heart He will bear it for Comfort Thy sorrows and answer thy prayerfulness, [be. Guiding thy steps as may best for thee 3 Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness [as thine.

Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness, [shrine.

These are the offerings to lay on His 4 These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,

[dear, He will accept for the name that is Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness, [our fear. Trust for our trembling, and hope for 5 O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness! [claim;

Bow down before Him, His glory proWith gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness, [Name.

Kneel and adore Him, the Lord is His

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2

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J. S. B. MONSELL.
P.M.

1 Kings 8. 22-54.

1865.

WHEN the weary, seeking rest,

To Thy goodness free,

When the heavy-laden cast
All their load on Thee:

When the troubled, seeking peace,
On Thy name shall call;
When the sinner, seeking life,

At Thy feet shall fall:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;

When the prodigal looks back

To his Father's love;

When the proud man from his pride
Stoops to seek Thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt
To Thy throne of grace;
Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;
When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave
Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field

Lifts his heart to Thee:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

4

5

6

When the man of toil and care
In the city crowd,

When the shepherd on the moor
Names the name of God;
When the learned and the high,
Tired of earthly fame,
Now on higher joys intent,

Name the blessed name:

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
When the child with grave, fresh lip,
Youth or maiden fair;

When the aged, weak and gray,
Seek Thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to Thee
Sad and lone and low;

When the orphan brings to Thee
All his orphan woe;

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
When creation, in her pangs,
Heaves her heavy groan;
When Thy Salem's exiled sons
Breathe their bitter moan;

When Thy widowed, weeping Church,
Looking for a home,

Sendeth up her silent sigh,

Come, Lord Jesus, come!

Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.
H. BONAR. 1878.

PUBLIC WORSHIP:

THE LORD'S DAY. FOR SATURDAY EVENING.

78.

It was the preparation, that is,

1224 the day before the Sabbath.

THI

Mark 15. 42.

1 THIS the old world's day of rest,
At the great Creation blest,
With what deep Divine repose
Would the first sweet Sabbath close!
Ere the working days of man
With their toils and cares began.

2 Ancient Patriarchs to-night
Rested from each solemn rite,
And when dews on Zion's hill
Told the Temple songs were still,
O how calm this evening fell
On happy hosts of Israel!

3 This the night when deepest glo m
Compassed once a wondrous tomb;-
Though the place be guarded well
By stone, by seal, by sentinel,
Faith may enter there He lies!
The Mystery of Mysteries.

4 Pierced side and wounded brow,
Rest without the torture now;
And beside the winding sheet,
At the Sleeper's head and feet,
Waiting angels have their place,
Gazing on the silent face.

Upon the battle-field,

O Lord, Thy Spirit send!

Before the fight begins,

We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield,

To guard us from our sins.

Ere yet our vessel sails

Upon the stream of day,

We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way.

On the lone mountain side,
Before the morning's light,

The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
And rose refreshed with might.

O hear us, then, for we

Are very weak and frail;

We make the Saviour's name our plea, And surely must prevail.

C. H. SPURGEON. 1866.

1227

1

7.6.

This is the day the Lord hath

made, we wut rejoice and be

glad in it.-Ps. 118. 24.
DAY of rest and gladness,

O Day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Before the eternal throne,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the great Three in one.

2 On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation

Christ rose from depths of earth,
On thee our Lord victorious

The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee most glorious
A triple light was given.

3 Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry dreary sand;

From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.

4 Thou art a holy ladder,

Where angels go and come:
Each Sunday finds us gladder,
Nearer to heaven our home:
A day of sweet refection
Thou art, a day of love;
A day of resurrection
From earth to things above.

5 To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls,
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing

With soul-refreshing streams.
6 May we, new graces gaining
From this our day of rest,
Attain the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
C. WORDSWORTH,
BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

7.6.

1862.

1228 At the rising of the sun.-Mark

1

16. 2.

HE dawn of God's own Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,

As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain:

It comes as cooling showers
To some dry parched land,
As shade of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

E

2 Blest day, when earthly sorrow
Is merged in heavenly joy,
And trial changed to blessing
That foes may not destroy:
When want is turned to fulness,
And weariness to rest;
And woe to wondrous rapture,
Upon the Saviour's breast.

3 Lord, we would bring for offering,
Though marred with earthly soil,

A week of earnest labour,

Of steady faithful toil; Fair fruits of self-denial,

Of strong, deep love to Thee,
Fostered by Thine own Spirit
In meek humility.

4 And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling,
From bondage to be freed;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all Thy work undone,-
So many talents wasted,

So few bright laurels won.

5 So be it, Lord, for ever,

Yea, may we evermore,
In Thy most holy presence,
Thy blessed name adore:
Here, on this peaceful Sabbath,
Within these hallowed walls,
Type of the stainless worship
In Zion's golden halls ;

6 There, when in joy and gladness
We reach that home at last;
When life's short week of sorrow,
And sin, and strife is past;
When angel-hands have gathered
The fair, ripe fruit for Thee,
O Father, Son, and Spirit,
Most Holy Trinity.

ADA CAMBRIDGE. 1866.

S.M.

Gently as life's setting sun

When the Christian's course is run.

2 Peace is on the world abroad; "Tis the holy peace of GodSymbol of the peace within When the spirit rests from sin.

3 Still the Spirit lingers near Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize.

made.-Ps. 118. 24.

1 HIS is the day of light;

Let there be light to-day;

O Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom away.

2 This is the day of rest;

On weary brain and troubled breast

Days of joy and peace in Thee,
Till in heaven our souls repose,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.

Our failing strength renew;

Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.

1

We would obtain a blessing thus, By coming to Thy throne.

That happy land, as yet,

Where holy angels round Thee stand, Where suns can never set:

Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there, Come down to meet us here.

5 This is the first of days:

Send forth Thy quickening breath,

And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death!

J. ELLERTON. 1868.

10s.

8.8.8.6.

S raise
With one accord our parting hymn of
We stand to bless Thee ere our worship

cease;

[peace. Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of 2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way: [the day; With Thee began, with Thee shall end Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, [nanie. That in this house have called upon Thy 3 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night,

Turn Thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep Thy children free,

For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, [strife;

Our balm in sorrow and our stay in Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,

Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. J. ELLERTON. 1865, L.M.

1234 Now the eventide was come.—

Mark 11. 11.

AT even, ere the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh, in what divers pains they met ! Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near: What if Thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that Thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;

For some are sick, and some are sad: And some have never loved Thee well; And some have lost the love they had; 4 And some are pressed with worldly care, And some are tried with sinful doubt; And some such grievous passions tear, That only Thou canst cast them out; 5 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain,

Yet have not sought a Friend in Thee. 6 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would love Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. 7 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man, Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 8 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall: Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all.

H. TWELLS.

1868.

rested:-Luke 23, 56.

• and

1 THE Sabbath-day has reached its close, Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose, Grant me the peace Thy love bestows: Smile on my evening hour.

2

Weary, I come to Thee for rest;
Hallow and calm my troubled breast;
Grant me Thy Spirit for my guest:
Smile on my evening hour.

3 Let not the Gospel seed remain
Unfruitful, or be sown in vain;
Let heavenly dews descend like rain :
Smile on my evening hour.

4 O Jesus, Lord, enthroned on high,
Thou hearest the contrite spirit's sigh,
Look down on me with pitying eye:
Smile on my evening hour.

5

My only Intercessor Thou,
Mingle Thy fragrant incense now
With every prayer and every vow:

Smile on my evening hour.

6 And, oh! when time's short course shali end,

And death's dark shades around impend, My God, my everlasting Friend,

Smile on my evening hour,

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. 1839.

stretched out.-Jer. 0. 4.

ANOTHER Sabbath ended,

Its peaceful hours all flown,
We come to close its worship,
O Lord, before Thy throne.
We bless Thee for this earnest
Of better rest above;
This token of Thy kindness,

This pledge of boundless love.
2 We would prolong its moments,
And linger yet awhile
Amid its closing shadows,
Illumined by Thy smile.
Our souls shall know no darkness
While we may look to Thee;
Our eyes shall ne'er grow weary
While we Thy face can see.

3 O Jesus! our dear Saviour,

To Thee our songs we raise; Our hearts, by care untroubled, Uplift themselves in praise. For to God's truce with labour

More glory Thou hast given;
And Sabbaths now are sweeter

Since Christ the Lord has risen.
4 O Lord! again we bless Thee
For such a day as this;
So rich in ancient glories,

So bright with hopes of bliss.
O may we reach Thy perfect,
Thine endless, day of rest;
Then lay our earth-worn spirits
Upon our Father's breast!

T. VINCENT TYMMS. 1866.

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