41.

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:
We, O shame, more deaf than they,
In the chains of darkness stay.

Lord, to hearts in slumber weak
Let the heavenly trumpet speak;
And, like lights of early morn,
New ways mark the newly-born.

Grant us this, and with us be,
Fountain of all charity,
Thou who dost the Spirit give,
Bidding the dead letter live.

Equal praise to Father, Son,

And to Thee, the Holy One,

By whose quickening breath divine

Our dull spirits burn and shine.

Translation by ISAAC WILLIAMS, 1837, of a Latin Hymn by

CHARLES COFFIN, 1736.

42.

THE dawn of God's new Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain:

It comes as cooling showers
To cheer a thirsty land,
As shades of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

Lord, we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling
From bondage to be freed;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all our work undone,
So many talents wasted,

So few true conquests won.

Yet still, O Lord long-suffering,
Still grant us in our need
Here in Thy holy presence
The saving Name to plead ;
And on Thy day of blessings,
Within Thy temple walls,
To foretaste the pure worship
Of Sion's golden halls;

Until in joy and gladness

We reach that home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is past;
When angel-hands have gathered
The first ripe fruit for Thee,
O Father, Son, and Spirit,
Most Holy Trinity!

ADA CROSS, 1866.

43.

HALLELUJAH! Fairest morning!
Fairer than our words can say!
Down we lay the heavy burden
Of life's toil and care to-day;
While this morn of joy and love
Brings fresh vigour from above.

Sun-day, full of holy glory!

Sweetest rest-day of the soul!
Light upon a world of darkness
From thy blessed moments roll!
Holy, happy, heavenly day,
Thou canst charm our grief away.

In the gladness of His worship
We will seek our joy to-day:

It is then we learn the fulness

Of the grace for which we pray,
When the word of life is given,

Like the Saviour's voice from heaven.

Let the day with Thee be ended,

As with Thee it has begun;

And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted,

Till earth's days and weeks are done;
That at last Thy servants may

Keep eternal Sabbath-day.

JANE L. BORTHWICK, 1858,

from the German of JONATHAN KRAUSE, 1739.

44.

LIGHT of light, enlighten me;
Now anew the day is dawning:
Sun of grace, the shadows flee;
Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning:
With Thy joyous sunshine blest

Happy is my day of rest.

Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy living waters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul release,
feed me;

And with grace and mercy
Bless Thy word, that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.

Kindle Thou the sacrifice

That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from mine eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow, That Thine altar doth not know.

Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, Holy, Holy, singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,

All my soul to Thee upspringing,

Have a foretaste inly given

How they worship Thee in heaven.

CATHERINE WINKWORTH, 1858, from the German of

BENJAMIN SCHMOLCK, 1714.

45.

THIS is the day of light:

Let there be light to-day:

O Dayspring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.

This is the day of rest:

Our failing strength renew:

On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.

This is the day of peace:

Thy peace our spirits fill:

Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,

The waves of strife be still.

This is the day of prayer:

Let earth to heaven draw near:

Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.

This is the first of days:

Send forth Thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death!

JOHN ELLERTON, 1867.