And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. 4 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord; Here we thy promised presence seek: Open thy hand with blessings stored, And give us manna for the week.

435.

THE LORD'S DAY.

L.M.

Duke Street-Morning Hymn-Philadelphia.

1 Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun:

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

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
Provides a rich foretaste of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

3 O! 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.

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!

Let us now a blessing seek

On the approaching Sabbath-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies, multiplied each hour,

Through the week our praise demand:
Guarded by almighty power,

Fed and guided by his hand.
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face;

Shine away our sin and shame.
From our worldly care set free,
May we rest this night with thee.
4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near!
May thy glory meet our eyes
When we in thy house appear!
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May thy gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints-
Make the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above!

2 And dear to me the winged hour,
Spent in thy hallowed courts, O Lord,
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of thy word.
3 And dear to me the loud amen,
Which echoes through the blest abode,
Which swells and sinks, and swells again,
Dies on the walls, but lives to God.

4 And dear the rustic harmony,

Sung with the pomp of village art!
That holy heavenly melody,
The music of a thankful heart.

5 In secret I have often prayed,

And still the anxious tears would fall;
But, on thy sacred altar laid,

The fire descends, and dries them all.

6 Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six-days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands,

And lets my spirit loose again.

7 Then dear to me the Sabbath-morn; The village bells, the shepherd's voice; These oft have found my heart forlorn, And always bid that heart rejoice.

2 How many dangers we have passed,
Directed, Lord, by thee,

While others on the rocks were cast,
In life's deceitful sea!

We bless thee, as we rest our oar,
And look for the eternal shore.

3 Whene'er we drifted from the track,
Unpiloted by thee,

Thou didst in mercy call us back,

And still the stormy sea.

For this we bless thee more and more,
And long for the eternal shore.

4 Fresh pardon'd through the Crucified,
Thy mercy we entreat

To guide us to the further side,
And there thy servants meet.
O Jesus, guide us safely o'er,
And meet us on the eternal shore.

432.

THE LORD'S DAY.

C. M.

Peckham-Sheffield-St. George's.

1 Blest morning! whose first dawning rays Beheld the Son of God

Arise triumphant from the grave,

And leave his dark abode.

2 Wrapt in the silence of the tomb
The great Redeemer lay,

Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave combined their force
To hold our Lord in vain;
Sudden the Conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord!
We sacred honours pay,
And loud hosannahs shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.

5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannahs ring.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore.

433.

THE LORD'S DAY.

Shirland-Plymouth-Silchester.

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

S.M.