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SWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go;

Thy word into our minds instil ;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.


The day is gone, its hours have run,

And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,

The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways

True absolution and release ;
And bless us, more than in past days,

With purity and inward peace.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,

Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And simple hearts without alloy

That only long to be like Thee.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,

The sinful, unto Thee we call ;

O let Thy mercy make us glad ;

Thou art our Jesus, and our All.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light. Amen.

F. W. Faber


GOD, that madest earth and heaven,

Darkness and light;
Who the day for toil hast given,

For rest the night ;
May Thine angel guards defend us !
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us !
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This live-long night! Amen.

Bp. R. Heber.


THROUGH the day Thy love hath spared us,

Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us !

Let no foe our peace molest!
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be!
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers

Dwelling in the midst of foes ;
Us and ours preserve from dangers ;

In Thine arms may we repose !
And, when life's sad day is past
Rest with Thee in Heaven at last! Amen.

7. Kelly.


[Morning Die dierum principe. 1 MORN of morns, and day of days !

Silent as the morning rays,
From the sepulchre's dark prison,
Christ, the Light of lights, hath risen.


He commanded, and His word
Death and the dread chaos heard ;
O shall we, more deaf than they,
In the chains of darkness stay?

3 While the dead world sleeps around,

Let the sacred temples sound
Law, and prophet, and blest psalm,
Lit with holy light so calm.

4 Thus to hearts in slumber weak

Let the heavenly trumpet speak ;
And, like streaks of early morn
New ways mark the newly born.

5 Grant us this, and with us be,

O Thou Fount of charity !
Thou Who dost the Spirit give,
Bidding the dead letter live.

6 Glory to the Father, Son,

And to Thee, the Holy One,
By Whose quickening Breath divine
Our dull spirits burn and shine. Amen.

I. Williams. (tr.*)

1 This day the light, of heavenly birth,

First streamed upon the new-born earth ;
O Lord, this day upon us shine,
And fill our souls with light divine.


This day the Saviour left the grave,
And rose, omnipotent to save ;
O Jesu, may we raised be
From death of sin to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came

With fiery tongues of cloven flame :
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear and grace to pray.

4. O day of light, and life, and grace,

From earthly toils sweet resting-place !
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
Give we again to God above. Amen.


THE day of rest once more comes round,

A day to all believers dear;
The silver trumpets seem to sound,
That call the tribes of Israel near :

Ye people all,

Obey the call,
And in Jehovah's courts appear.


Obedient to Thy summons, Lord,

We to Thy sanctuary come ;
Thy gracious presence here afford,
And send Thy people joyful home;

Of Thee our King,

Oh! may we sing,
And none with such a theme be dumb !

3 Oh! hasten, Lord, the day when those,

Who know Thee here, shall see Thy face ;
When suffering shall for ever close,
And they shall reach their destined place :

Then shall they rest

Supremely blest,
Eternal debtors to Thy grace! Amen.

1. Kelly.


THIS is the day the Lord hath made :

He calls the hours His own ;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day He rose and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell ;
To-day the saints His triumphs spread,

And all His wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,

To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord ! descend and bring

Salvation from the throne.

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