AFELY 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 pray for pardoning 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 glories meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

NEWTON.

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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,
Glad my eyes, and warm 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.

But for thee, thou blessed day,

Resting-place on life's rough road:
Here flow forth the streams of grace;
Strengthened hence we run our race.

2 Soon, too soon, the sweet repose
Of this day of God will cease;
Soon this glimpse of heaven will close,
Vanish soon the hours of peace;
Soon return the toil, the strife,

All the weariness of life.

3 But the rest which yet remains
For thy people, Lord, above,
Knows nor change, nor fears, nor pains,
Endless as the Saviour's love:

Oh, may every Sabbath here

Bring us to that rest more near!

SUTHERLAND. H. M.

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WM. B. BRADBURY.

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 that pray

Where God appoints to hear!

Oh, happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

WATTS.

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!

Acts 2: 24-33.

AWAKE, ye saints, awake!

And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

COTTERILL.

Come bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose ;

He burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes ;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
LISCHER. H. M.

F. SCHNEIDER.

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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 sceptre, 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 Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

HAYWARD.

MIGDOL. L. M.

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L. MASON.

Psalm 92.

WEET is the work, my God, my King,

To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

WATTS.

sing;

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast:
Oh, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!

4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

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.

"Return unto thy rest." Ps. 116: 7.

ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, unto thy rest;
Enjoy the day thy God hath blest.

J. STENNETT.

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