Welcome, sweet day of rest,

When all thy mercies, O my God,

When all the hours of life are past,
When bending o'er the brink of life,

Unite, my roving thoughts, unite,
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Up to the heavens I send my cry,
Up to the hills I lift my eyes,
Upward I lift my eyes,

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will,
Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
We bless the Lord, the just, the good,
We bless the eternal source of light,
We hail the anointed king,

We would not seek, with God our friend,

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When blooming youth is snatched away,
When daily I kneel down to pray,
When darkness long has veiled my mind,
Whene'er the angry passions rise,

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While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
While some in folly's pleasures roll,
While sounds of war are heard around,

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While thee I seek, protecting Power,
While with ceaseless course the sun,
Who, gracious Father, can complain,
Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou,
Who shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Why do we mourn departing friends,
Why should we lavish out our years,
Why sinks my weak, desponding mind,
Within these walls be peace,

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With reverence let the saints appear,
With sacred joy we lift our eyes,

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With songs and honors sounding loud,

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Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

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Ye heavens, send forth your songs of praise,

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Ye humble souls, who seek the Lord,

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PSALMS AND HYMNS.

INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF PUBLIC WORSHIP.

1. C. M.

Blessing of the Sabbath.

1 BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise.

2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine;
His rising thee did raise;

And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.

3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;

And they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week will find.

4 This day I must to God appear;
For, Lord, the day is thine;
Help me to spend it in thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.

Codman's Coll.

1 BEHOLD! the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

Hls beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the Gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 I hear that word with love,
And I would fain obey:

Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

4 In every promise, Lord,

O teach our hearts to trust;
Thy laws are holy, sure thy word,
And all thy judgments just.

5 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given;
O, may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

3. C. M.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

10 FATHER, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here,
All shall be thine to-day.

Watts.

2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine;

But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple thine.

3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Of vice and folly born;

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

4 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;

Ye shall not violate this day,
The Sabbath of the soul.

2. L. M.

The Pleasure of Worship.

Mrs. Barbauld.

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;
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep his counsels, how divine!

4 And I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
And never break my peace again.