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4 I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness :
5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
OD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light !
For rest the night!
This livelong night!
2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping;
And, when we die,
All peaceful lie!
With Thee on high !
NOTHER week its course has run,
Another Sabbath is begun :
Improve the day that God has blest. 2 O may our thoughts and thanks arise
As grateful incense to the skies,
Which none but he who feels it knows. 3 This holy calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
In hope of that which ne'er shall end ! 24
LEST day of God, most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
Sweet hour of joy and praise !
His rising thee did raise :
Beyond the common days.
In pastures large and fair ; But better is the weekly feast
Provided by Thy care.
4 Welcome, kind Shepherd, to Thy sheep
Are those foretastes of love;
When safe with Thee above ! 5 How wise Thy love, how light its chain,
Which binds us to be free,
And lifts our souls to Thee ! 25
ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this Thy day, in this Thy house ; And own as grateful sacrifice
The songs which from this desert rise.
But there's a nobler rest above :
With ardent hope and strong desire. 3 No weariness, nor pain, nor care,
Nor sin, nor death, shall enter there ;
Which issue from immortal tongues : 4
No rude alarms of angry foes,
But brightness of eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of pain and sin:
To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing; To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No earthly cares shall fill our breast;
Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 Our souls shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless Him for His works and word :
How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 4
In that eternal world of joy
REAT God, this sacred day of Thine,
Demands our soul's collected powers:
These solemn, these devoted hours :
The grace which calls us to Thy throne.
Where God resides, appear no more :
Can every secret thought explore :
3 The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
Be every heart a humble guest :
On soul-reviving dainties feed.
O may Thy word with life divine
Then shall the day indeed be Thine :
The grace which calls us to Thy throne. 28
REQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quickening beams;
How languid are its flames !
Our wandering thoughts forgive :
Unlike them as we live.
And fit us to ascend
The sabbath ne'er shall end : 4 Where we shall breathe a heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine ;
And feast on love divine.