mf 3 As o'er each continent and island 4 The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky, f5 So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, J. Ellerton 28 (FIRST TUNE) DAY OF REST J. W. Elliott mf 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; The Spirit sent from heaven; mf 3 Thou art a port protected From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected With streams of Paradise; p Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry dreary sand; er From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land. mf 4 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, f Where Gospel-light is glowing, With pure and radiant beams And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. mf 5 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the Rest remaining To spirits of the blest. cr To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son; f The Church her voice upraises To Thee, blest Three in One. C. Wordsworth Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great God Tri - une. A-MEN. mf 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; The Spirit sent from heaven; mf 3 Thou art a port protected From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected With streams of Paradise; p Thou art a cooling fountain cr From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land. |