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J. WALCH

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The dawn of God's new Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain.
It comes as cooling showers

To cheer a thirsting land,
As shades of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

2 Lord, we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling
From bondage to be freed;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all our work undone,
So many talents wasted,

So few true conquests won.

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3 Yet still, O Lord long-suffering,
Still grant us in our need
Here in Thy holy presence

The saving name to plead;
And on Thy day of blessings,
Within Thy temple walls,
To foretaste the pure worship
Of Zion's golden halls:

4 Until in joy and gladness

We reach that home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is past;
When angel-hands have gathered
The first ripe fruit for Thee,
O Father, Son, and Spirit,
Most Holy Trinity!

Ada Cambridge Cross 1866

L. MASON

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WELCOME, delightful morn,
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 these sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain.

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Hayward, In John Dobell's Collection, 1806

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 O happy souls, that pray Where God appoints to hear; O happy men, that pay

AWAKE, ye saints, awake!
And hail this sacred day:
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay:

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.

Elizabeth Scott 1756 Thomas Cotterill 1810