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J. NEWTON.

Sabbath morning.
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 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free,May we rest this day in thee.

3 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us 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.

4 May thy gospel's joyful sound

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

Bring relief for all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we rest in thee above.

CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, If thy light is hid from me; Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine! Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.

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Evening.

T. HASTINGS.

Now, FROM labor and from care,
Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and prayer,

Lord! I would converse with thee:
Oh, behold me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love.
2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,
Wither all my earthly joys;
Naught can charm me here below,

But my Saviour's melting voice;
Lord! forgive-thy grace restore,
Make me thine for evermore.
3 For the blessings of this day,
For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,

For the Spirit's quickening power,— Grateful notes to thee I raise;

Oh, accept my song of praise.

L. PLEYEL

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"Day of Rest" C. WORDSWORTH. O 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, Bending before the throne, Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,

To the Great Three in One.

2 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. 3 New graces ever gaining

From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest.

HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest, What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast!

When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,

And kindly holds communion with his friends. 2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;

3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,

And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes: Oh, meet my rising soul, thou God of love, And waft it to the blissful realms above!

MARLOW. C. M.

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THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's only Son;

Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

MEAR. C. M.

How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,—
"In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day."

2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The Church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,

And sits in judgment there.

4 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace,

Be her attendants blest.

5 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God, my Saviour reigns.

WELSH AIR. A. WILLIAMS.