'I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day.'
AIL, thou bright and sacred morn, mf 2 Great Creator, who this day
Risen with gladness in thy beams!

From Thy perfect work didst rest, Light, which not of earth is born,

By the souls that own Thy sway From thy dawn in glory streams ;

Hallowed be its hours and blest; Airs of heaven are breathed around,

Cares of earth aside be thrown, And each place is holy ground.

This day given to heaven alone. m 3 Saviour, who this day didst break

The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake,

Shine through all its sin and gloom ;
Let me,

from

my

bonds set free,
Rise from sin, and live to Thee.
mf 4 Blessèd Spirit, Comforter,

Sent this day from Christ on high,
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,

Cleanse, illumine, sanctify;
All Thine influence shed abroad :

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The first day of the week.'
THIS is the day of light:

Let there be light to-day ;
O Dayspring, rise upon our night,

And chase its gloom away.
mp 2 This is the day of rest :

Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast

Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
3

This is the day of peace:

Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,

The waves of strife be still.
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This is the day of prayer:

Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there,

Come down to meet us here.
mf 5 This is the first of days:

Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,

O Vanquisher of death!

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3 No sound of jarring strife is heard,

As weekly labours cease,
No voice but those that sweetly sing

Sweet songs of peace.
m 4 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.
5 All earthly things appear to fade

As, rising high and higher,
The yearning voices strive to join

The heavenly choir.
mf 6 Accept, O God, my hymn of praise

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

* Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house : they will be still praising Thee.'

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UR day of praise is done;

The evening shadows fall;
But
pass

not from us with the sun,
True Light, that lightenest all!
Around the throne on high,

Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky

Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
mp3 Too faint our anthems here;

Too soon of praise we tire;
mf But O the strains, how full and clear,

Of that eternal choir !
Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will

If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still

May bear our lower part.
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'Tis Thine each soul to calm,

Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm

Of glory to Thy name.
C 6 A little while, and then

Shall come the glorious end,
mf And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.

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· From the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same My name

shall be great among the Gentiles.'