Sacred Hymn 1.-SABBATH MORNING. 7s. or 88 & 7s.

Welcome, welcome, quiet morning, Welcome is this

ly day; Now the Sabbath morn re - turning,

is a biding Save the love of humble hearts.

2 Love to God, and to our neighbour,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labour,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life's vain dreams are passing,
Like the startled dove they fly;
Or the clouds, each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.

3 Saviour. now one prayer I raise thee,
Give an numble, grateful heart,

Never let me cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart.

Then, when years have gathered o'er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,

Heaven's bright realm will rise before me,

There my treasure will be laid.

2 We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill,

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

3 0 let that will, which gave me breath
And an immortal soul,

In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.

4 O could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, with truth to say,

"Thy will, not mine, be done."

Hymn 3.-THIS IS THE SABBATH DAY.

This is the Sabbath day, I'm in the field alone; Hark!