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L.

M.

The Lord's day morning.

Jos. STENNETT.

1 ANOTHER Six-days' work is done; Another sabbath is begun :

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day which God hath blest.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense, to the skies!

And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!

3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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C. M.

The Lord's day.

EDMESTON

1 WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek;

How sweet to hail the evening's close,
That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,

When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!

3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet, while they gently roll,

Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A sabbath o'er my soul!

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er;
That sabbath dawn, which needs no sun,
That day, which fades no more?

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L. M.

The Lord's day.

E. TAYLOR.

I O FATHER! though the anxious fear
May cloud tomorrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be thine at least today.
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy sacred shrine;
But each unholy thought departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.
3 O Father! God below, above!

Man's noblest work is praising thee;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.

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L. M.

The Lord's day.

WATTS.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
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 mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!

4 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And raised to holier courts above,
I praise thee with a purer love.

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;

And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

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L. M.

NEWTON.

The Lord's day.

1 How welcome to the soul, when pressed With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,

Which hides us from the world awhile!

2 Now from the throng withdrawn away,
We seem to breathe a different air;
Composed and softened by the day,
All things another aspect wear.

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3 How happy they, whose lot is cast
Where Christ invites the weary' yet;
They find their sorrows quickly past,
And all their burdens soon forget.

4 Though pinched with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed,

It makes amends, if they can come
To God's own house for heavenly bread.

5 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord!
And here thy promised presence seek;
Open thy hand, with blessings stored,
And give us manna for the week.

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C. M.

The sabbath of the soul.

BARBAULD.

1 SLEEP, sleep today, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

2 Tomorrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;

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And purged from sin

A God of purity.

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S. M.

The Lord's day.

HAIL to the Sabbath day!

The day divinely given,

BULFINCH.

When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.

Lord! in this sacred hour,

Within thy courts we bend;

And bless thy love, and own thy power,

Our Father and our Friend!

In courts by mortals trod;

Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God.

4 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Öf grand eternity.

5 Lord! may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight!
And grant us in those courts to pray,
Of pure, unclouded light.

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L. M.

The eternal rest.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LORD of the sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on these realms of pain and sin;
Content we'd leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

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