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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!


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;
And now before the Sabbath-day,

With its glad praise and prayers,
We rest awhile life's weary oar,
And think of the eternal shore.

? 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,

AŅd 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.


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.

S.M. Shirland-Plymouth-Silchester, 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,

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.




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;
Composed and softened by the day,

All things another aspect wear. 3 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their Saviour oft have met ;

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