Engage the ear-and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

HYMN. P. M.

55 Resurrection of Christ celebrated.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls, And burst the slothful band; The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand: Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise. 2 At thy approaching dawn,

Reluctant death resign'd The glorious Prince of life,

In dark domains confin'd: Th' angelic host around him bends, And midst their shouts the God ascends. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosannas rings; While earth, in humbler strains, Thy praise responsive sings! 66 Worthy art thou, who once wast slain Through endless years to live and reign."

4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,

Ascend thy conquʼring car,

While justice, truth, and love,

Maintain the glorious war:

Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;

Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.

2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt A sinful world in gloom!

Oh! what a Sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name; Show thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.
3 May the gospel's joyful sound

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

1 IN this calm impressive hour,
Let my pray'r ascend on high;
God of mercy, God of pow'r,
Hear me when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,
For the sake of Christ thy Son.
2 With this morning's early ray,
While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of light convey
Joy and gladness to my heart:

Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.
3 O what joy that word affords,
"Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;"
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Send thy gospel heralds forth:
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.

1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!

2 In the cold prison of the tomb
Our dear Redeemer lay,

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

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;

The sleeping conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

1 WHEN, on the third auspicious day,
While yet the blushing dawn
Shed forth its earliest smiling ray
To gild the rising morn;

2 The "holy women" sought the place
Where their belov'd was laid,

And shining angels preach'd the grace
That rais'd him from the dead;

3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground,
Where his dear flesh had lain,

To tell his mourning friends around,
That Jesus lives again.

4 This day, as days of older time,
Is one of heav'nly joy;

Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime,
And ev'ry tongue employ.

61

SABBATH EVENING.

HYMN. C. M.

1 FREQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quick'ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive:

We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,
With heav'nly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine;

5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our pow'rs employ:
Delighted range th' etherial plains,
And take our fill of joy.

62

HYMN. L. M.

The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.

1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Obscures the lustre of thy throne. 4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet, And give us but the lowest seat;

We'll shout thy praise, and join the song Of the triumphant, holy throng.

1 IS there a time when moments flow,
More peacefully than all beside?
It is, of all the times below,

A Sabbath eve in summer tide.
2 O then the setting sun smiles fair,
And all below, and all above,
The diff'rent forms of nature wear
One universal garb of love.

3 And then the peace that Jesus beams,
The life of grace, the death of sin,
With nature's placid woods and streams,
Is peace without, and peace within.
4 Delightful scene! a world at rest,
A God all love, no grief nor fear;
A heav'nly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile unsullied by a tear.
5 If heav'n be ever felt below,

A scene so heav'nly, sure, as this,
May cause a heart on earth to know

Some foretaste of celestial bliss.

6 Delightful hour, how soon will night
Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign;
And morrow's quick returning light
Must call us to the world again.

7 Yet will there dawn at last a day,
A SUN that never sets shall rise;
Night will not veil his ceaseless ray,
The heav'nly Sabbath never dies!