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Our Sabbatho bring a short relief,
Yet leave us but to mourn again. 3 Ye peaceful days! and thou blest sun!
Why roll ye in such haste away? Ye happy hours! why flow ye on
So fast towards eternity? 4 0! if ye bring an endless day,
Speed fast along, nor ever cease; We'll gladly feel your joys decay, In perfect and enduring bliss.
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Sabbath Morning. Psalm cxviii. 24,
this sweet morn my Lord arose,
Triumphant o'er tho grave! He dies to vanquish all my foes,
And lives again to save. 2 This is the day for holy rest,
Yet clouds will gather soon, Except my Lord become my guest,
And put my harp in tune. 3 No heavenly fire my heart can raise,
Without the Spirit's aid;
Or I am cold and dead.
And saving health convey;
Will make them sing and pray. 5 Direct thy shepherds how to seed
The focks of thy own choice;
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O bless this flock, and make this fulu
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
Are these sweet days of love;
When I shall rest above!
Thy footsteps, Lord, I'trace,
I wait to see tlıy face. * These are the sweet anıl precious dayt
On which my Lord I've seen;
lu raptures I have been.
In this sweet frame be found:
And leave this earthly ground. 6 I long for that delightful hour,
When from this clay undrest,
And made for ever blest.
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Sabbath Morning 'SAFELY thro’ another weck,
God has brought us on pur: wass
Waiting in his courts to-day.
Emblem of eternal rest!
Thro' the dear Redeemer's name Show thy reconciling face
Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free,
3 Here we're come, thy name to praisoj
Let us feel thy presence near:
While we in thy house appear:
Of our everlasting feast.
Conquer simers, comfort saints;
Till we join the church above. 629.
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Confidence in God. THUS far the Lord has led me olt;
'Thus far lris pow'r prolongs my days And ev'ry evining shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace. ? Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home: But he forgives my follies past,
And strength supplies for days to come 3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow of any head: ilis ever watehful eye will keer
Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy presence ne'er depart!
L. M. 630. An Evening Hymn. Job viii. I. | ANOTHER fleeting day is gone,
Stow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft stealing kotu's have fowa, And niglit's dark mantle veils the skics Ź Another fleeting day is gone,
Swept from thie records of the year's And still with each successive sun,
Life's fading visions disappear. 3 Another fleeting day is gone,
To tell thy secrets, O my soul; laithful before th' eternal throne
Thy sliglitest folly 'twill enrol. 4. Another fleeting day is gone;
To join the fugitives before
Shall sleep, to wake in time no more, 5 Another fleeting day is gone,
And soon a fairer day shall rise; A day, whose never-setting sun,
Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies 6 Another fleeting day is gone,
In solemn silence rest, my soul;
Who bids the morn and evening roll! 631.
For all the blessings of the light;
Under thine own almighty wings.
The ills that I this day have done;.
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed;
With joy behold the ju:lgment-day. 4 Lord, let my soul for ever share
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above;
To see thy face, and sing thy love. 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flown
Praise him all creatures here below;
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No one ever ask'd in vain,
Every evil thought restrain: 3 Lay thy hand upon my soul,
God of my unguarıled hours! All my enemies control,
Hell, and earth, and nature's lowers 3 Loose me from the chains of sense,
Set me from the body free: Draw with stronger intluence
My unfetter'd soul to thee: 4 In me, Lord, thyself reveal,
Fill me with a sweet surprise; Let me thee, when waking, feel,
Let me in thine image rise.
And we, a lonely band,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.
To praises low as ours?
The song which meckness pours.