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4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
H. M. 191.
Morning of the Lord's Day.
And hail this sacred day;
Your joyful homage pay:
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose,
And vanquished all our foes ;
And reaps the fruit of all his love. 3 All hail! triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosannas rings;
Thy praise responsive sings;-
Through endless years, to live and reign!” 4 Great King ! gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car;
Maintain the glorious war:
L. M. 492.
The Morning of the Lord's Day. 1 HAIL! morning known among the blest,
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,-
Pledge of the endless rest above! 2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,
Who, from the dead, hath brought his Sono
3 Scarce morning-twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,
The dawn of joy's eternal day.
When our Immanuel left the dead;
And hope, with gladness, raised her head. 5 Descend, o spirit of the Lord !
Thy fire to every bosorn bring ;
C. M. 493.
The Resurrection-Morn. 1 BLEST morning! whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay,
The third, th' appointed day.
To hold our God in vain :
And burst their feeble chain.
These sacred hours we pay;
The triumph of the day.
To our victorious King!
L. M. 494.
The Rest of the Sabbath.
Another Sabbath is begun;
2 Oh! that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense to the skies;
Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest-
of God remains,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
L. M. 495. The earthly and heavenly Sabbath. 1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
With cheerful hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
That warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
Beyond this world of death and sin,
The holy Day of Rest.
Sweet repose from worldly care;-
When our souls for heaven prepare ;
Victor o'er the hosts of hell
Let our lips his glory tell.
2 Gracious Lord! we love this day,
When we hear thy holy word;
Earth can no such joys afford :
Heavenly Sabbaths,-happier days,
Endless joys, and endless praise.
For saints together meet
At their Reedemer's feet.
Nor pictured saints appear,
For God himself is here.
With Satan and with sin,
And soon their heaven will win. 4 Glory to God! who deigns to bless
This consecrated day,
And makes it sweet to pray.
The humblest sigh we raise,
And hears our hymn of praise.
C. M. 498.
The first Day of the Week. 1 AND now another week begins,
This day we call the Lord's;
For so his word records.
Their voices fill the sky;
3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise ;
May we their rapture feel;
And emulate their zeal. 4 Come, then, ye saints ! and grateful sing
or Christ, our risen Lord,
of Christ, th' incarnate word.
High on thy throne above;
C. M. 499. The first Sabbath. 1 HOW bright a day was that, which saw
Creation's work complete!
And worshipped at his feet.
In perfect order stood;
God saw that all was good.
For sin has ruined all;
A gracious Father's call. 4 Yet, Lord ! bring back the reign of peace,
Let brighter days begin ;
From folly and from sin.
Though once with vengeance cursed;
C. M. 500.
The Resurrection of Christ.
In concert with the blest:
Employ this day of rest.