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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!
430. EVENING HYMN.
S.M. Watchman-Cambridge Old-Cecil. i The hours of evening close:
Its lengthened shadows, drawn O'er scenes of earth, invite repose,
And wait the Sabbath-dawn. 2 So let its calm prevail
O'er forms of outward care; Nor thought for “many things” assail
The still retreat of prayer. 3 Our guardian Shepherd near
His watchful eye will keep; And, safe from violence or fear,
Will fold his flock to sleep. 4 So may a holier light
Than earth's our spirits rouse, And call us, strengthened by his might, To pay the Lord our vows.
8. 6. 431. EVENING HYMN.
8. 6. 8. S. Lexden. 1 Another week has passed away
With all its busy cares;
With its glad praise and prayers,
? How many dangers we have passed,
Directed, Lord, by thee,
In life's deceitful sea!
And look for the eternal shore.
Unpiloted by thee,
And still the stormy sea.
AŅd long for the eternal shore.
Thy mercy we entreat
And there thy servants meet.
C.M. Peckham-Sheffield-St. George's. 1 Blest morning! whose first dawning rays
Beheld the Son of God
And leave his dark abode.
2 Wrapt in the silence of the tomb
The great Redeemer lay,
The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave combined their force
To hold our Lord in vain;
And burst their feeble chain.
We sacred honours pay,
The triumphs of the day.
To our victorious King!
With glad hosannahs ring.
The God whom we adore,
And shall be evermore.
S.M. Shirland-Plymouth-Silchester, 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
THE LORD'S DAY.
Doversdale - Acton-Stourbridge. 1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd
With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides them from the world awhile. 2 Now from the throng withdrawn away,
They seem to breathe a different air;
All things another aspect wear. 3 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their Saviour oft have met ;