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3 Ten thousand voices praise Thy name
In earth and sea and sky;

But fallen man by sin has marred
The blissful harmony.

4 Come, Lord, create his heart anew;
His heart of stone remove:

Then hymns of praise again shall rise,
The fruits of holy love.

5 Oh, for the songs that Thou wilt bless, Where heart and voice agree!

Oh, for the prayers that plead aright
With Thy dread majesty!

6 All praise to God, the Three in One,
Who high in glory reigns;

Who by His word hath all things made,
And by His word sustains.

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So rest, my Rest!

Thou ever Blest!

Thy grave with sinners making:
By Thy precious death, from sin
My dead soul awaking.

Here hast Thou lain,

After much pain,

Life of my life, reposing:

Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,

Rock of Ages, closing.

Breath of all breath!
I know from death

Thou wilt my dust awaken :

Wherefore should I dread the grave,

Or my

faith be shaken ?

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To me the tomb

Is but a room

Where I lie down on roses;

Who by death hath conquered death,
Sweetly there reposes.
The body dies

(Naught else), and lies

In dust, until victorious

From the grave it shall arise
Beautiful and glorious.
Meantime I will,
My Jesus, still

Deep in remembrance lay Thee,
Musing on Thy death; in death
Be with me, I pray Thee.

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ESTING from His work to-day
In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene :
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,

Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend ;
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmèd cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.

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4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;

Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.

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Sunday Morning.

L. M.

NOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun ;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.

2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies!

And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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ORD, in this sacred hour

Within Thy courts we bend,

And bless Thy love, and own Thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.

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But Thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod;

Nor only is this day Thine own,
When men draw near to God.
Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath the stupendous march
Of Thine eternity.

Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on Thy servants' sight;
There may we all our worship pay
In pure unclouded light.

L. M.

ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Thy house, on this Thy day;

And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our labouring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 3 In Thy blest kingdom we shall be From every mortal trouble free; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Resounding from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no waning moon, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long-expected day, begin,

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.

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this day, the first of days,
God the Father's name we praise,
Who, creation's Fount and Spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.

2 On this day th' eternal Son
Over death His triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came,
With His gifts of living flame.

3 Oh, that fervent love to-day
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the Source of life and light.

4 Father, who didst fashion me
Image of Thyself to be,

Fill me with Thy love Divine,
Let my every thought be Thine.

5 Holy Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee;
And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto Thee a sacrifice.

6 Thou, who dost all gifts impart,
Shine, sweet Spirit, in my heart;
Best of gifts Thyself bestow;
Make me burn Thy love to know.

7 God, the blessèd Three in One,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thyself to me,
May I give myself to Thee.

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