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complete, It brings eternal rest.
Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840
47 Auburn. C.M.
_The Lord's Day Morning._ (65)
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 Sheds forth 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?
James Edmeston, 1820.
48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines.
_Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94)
Safely thro' another week, God has bro't 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 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints; Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above.
John Newton, 1779. _a._
49 Lischer. (German.) H.M.
_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98)
Welcome, delightful morn! Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return; Lord, make these moments blest; From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face! Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Savior's love, And bless the sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
Hayward, 1806.
50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8.
_The Day of Rest._ (91)
Welcome, sacred day of rest! Sweet repose from worldly care; Day above all days the best, When our souls for heav'n prepare; Day, when our Redeemer rose, Victor o'er the hosts of hell; Thus he vanquished all our foes; Let our lips his glory tell.
2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, When we hear thy holy word; When we sing thy praise, and pray, Earth can no such joys afford; But a better rest remains, Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys and endless praise.
William Brown, 1822.
51 Last Hope. 7s.
_Sabbath Evening._ (93)
Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run.
2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close.
3 Peace is on the world abroad; 'Tis the holy peace of God-- Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin.
4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heav'n our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.
Samuel F. Smith, 1843.
52 Lowry. L.M.
_Morning Praise._
Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me when I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.
Bp. Ken, 1709.
53 Vigil. S.M.
_Morning Song._ (1169)
See how the morning sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly Parent sing, And to its great Original The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near.
4 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity.
T. Scott.
54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s.
_Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171)
Savior, breathe an evening blessing, E'er repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly; Angel guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be.
4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our