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2 0, may the beams of truth divine,
With clear, convincing light,
And chase our mental night. 3 Preserve us, Lord, throughout the day,
And guide us by thine arm;
Whom thou dost save from harm. 15
And gave me sweet repose ;
Or I had never rose.
My humble thanks I pay;
The first fruits of the day.
And so let all my days;
Be thine eternal praise. 6
Sabbath Morning. 1 DEAR is the hallowed morn to me,
When cheerful bells awake the day: And, by their sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away ; 2 And dear to me the sacred hour
Spent in thy holy temples, Lord !
To feel devotion's soothing power,
To hear the teachings of thy word. 3 Oft, when the world, with iron hands,
Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts me from the earthly bands,
And sets my spirit free again. 4 Yes, dear to me the Sabbath morn :
The cheerful bells, with wakening voice, Have often found my heart forlorn,
But always bid that heart rejoice.
The Temple. 1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away,
Unto thy holy temple, Lord, I'll go,
with willing mind to pray, To praise thy name, and hear thy word 2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy
The holy calm I find in thee. 3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love, To tell how calm, how blest shall be
The endless day of heaven above.
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To draw our hearts above;
And every word is love.
2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face,
By Christ, the living way ;
Through an eternal day! 19
Thou Day-star from on high;
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
Dispel the shades of night ;
Come like the morning light.
To mourn for errors past ;
As if it were our last. 20
Begins his glorious way!
And life and light convey.
It spreads diviner light;
And gives the blind their sight.
And all thy judgments just !
And men securely trust.
4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given !
But find the path to heaven! 21
Sabbath Morning. 1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!
From this celestial morn.
To feel your harsh control!
The Sabbath of the soul. 3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts !
Let fires of vengeance die;
A God of purity! 22
Awakes the kindling ray;
And pours increasing day.
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb!
And loud hosannas sung ;
And praise on every tongue.
Sweet is this interval of rest:
His presence makes me truly blest. 2 Pleasant is life, and sweet the light
That pours from the bright orb of day, Revealing to our raptured sight
The world in all its rich display. 3 Pleasant is life, and sweet its ties,
The touching charities of man; Friend, fellow, child, and parent rise,
Endearing life's progressive plan. 4 But light and life would soon be vile,
And all their dearest pleasures fall, Nor sun would shine, nor life would smile
Without thy presence glad’ning all. 24
That we are taught to read his word
And seek his grace, and sing bis praise. 2 We, to thy sacred house of prayer,
With gratitude would oft repair,
And hear thy messages of grace.
Apply with power to all our hearts;