BROWNELL. L. M. 61.

FROM F. J. HAYDN.

Oh, chase the clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King My morning-sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.

3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!

LISCHER, H. M.

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I hail thy kind return ;— Lord, make these moments blest: From the low train I soar to reach Immortal joys.

Of mortal toys,

1. WATTS.

I soar to reach Immor-tal joys.
Psalm 84.
LORD of the worlds above!
How pleasant, and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 Oh, happy souls who pray,

Where God appoints to hear!
Oh, happy men who pay

Their constant service there! They praise thee still; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears; Oh, glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet!

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J. NEWTON.

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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.

Morning.

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C. WESLEY.

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.

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.

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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.
nations

2 To-day on weary

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.