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1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest,

Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest; When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, That we might think of him, and be at peace.

2 Let us devote this consecrated day

To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
So shall he hear and help us while we raise
Our meek petitions and our psalms of praise.

3 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide,

In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend,
Glory supreme be thine, world without end.

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L. M.

12.

E. H. CHAPIN.

1 OUR Father

The Gate of Heaven.

God! not face to face

May mortal sense commune with thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells thy secret majesty.
Yet wheresoe'er our spirits bend
In reverent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find thy spirit there.

2 Lord! be the spot where now we meet
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.

Here may desponding care look up,
And sorrow lay its burden down;
Or learn of him to drink the cup,
To bear the cross, and win the crown.

3 Here may the sick and wandering soul,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda's pool,
Or than Siloam's healing wave.
And may we learn, while here apart
From the world's passion and its strife,
That thy true shrine's a loving heart,
And thy best praise a holy life!

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O Lord! make clean our Hearts.

1 O FATHER! with protecting care
Meet us in this, thy house of prayer;
Assembled in Messiah's name,
Thy promised blessing here we claim

2 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! let thy spirit rest;

And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy thee.

3 So, in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again.

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H. M.

14.

ROMAN BREVIARY.

1

For a Blessing on Worship.

HERE, gracious God! do thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful prayer,
And mark each suppliant sigh:

In copious shower, This holy day,

On all who pray,

Thy blessings pour.

2 Here we may find from heaven
The grace which we implore;
And may that grace, once given,
Be with us evermore:

Until that day

When all the blest

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To endless rest

Are called away.

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1 LET one loud song of praise arise.
To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthroned above the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.

2 Let all of good this bosom fires.
To him, sole good, give praises due;
Let all the truth himself inspires
Unite to sing him only true.

3 In ardent adoration joined,
Obedient to thy holy will,

Let all our faculties, combined,
Thy just commands, O God, fulfil.

4 O may the solemn breathing sound Like incense rise before thy throne,

Where thou, whose glory knows no bound, Great Cause of all things, dwell'st alone.

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16.

ANONYMOUS.

Sabbath Morning.

1 WELCOME, Welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;

Now the Sabbath morn, returning,
Shows a week has passed away.
Let us think how time is gliding;
Soon the longest life departs;
Nothing human is abiding

Save the love of humble hearts.

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

3 Father, now one prayer we raise thee;
Give an humble, grateful heart;
Never let us cease to praise thee,
Never from thy fear depart;

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

Heaven's bright realm will rise before us;
There our treasure will be laid.

L. M.

17.

MRS. BARBAuld.

The Sacrifice of the Heart.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?
2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare:
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

C. M.

18.

Humble Worship.

PRATT'S COL.

1 BEHOLD us, Lord! with humble fear
Approach thy temple gate;

Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait.

2 But, trusting in thy boundless grace,
To all so freely given,

We worship in thy holy place,
And lift our souls to heaven.

3 Lead us in all thy righteous ways,
Nor let our footsteps slide:
Make straight thy path before our face,
And be our guard and guide.

4 No more to evil let us yield,
But, strengthened from above,

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