1 My Lord, my Love, was crucified, He all the pains did bear;

But in the sweet-ness of His rest He makes His serv-ants share. A - MEN.

me, Now a - new the day is dawn

of grace, the shadows fee; Bright-en Thou my Sab- bath morning;}

With Thy joyous sun-shine blest, Hap-py

1 Welcome, de - light ful morn, Thou day of sa cred rest;

40 GERMANY L. M.

Wm. Gardiner's "Sacred Melodies," 1815

1 Lord of the Sab-bath, hear us pray, In this Thy house, on this Thy day;

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And own, as grateful sac - ri

fice, The songs which from Thy temple rise. A - MEN.

2 Now met to pray and bless Thy Name,
Whose mercies flow each day the same,
Whose kind compassions never cease,
We seek instruction, pardon, peace.

3 Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love,
But look for truer rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

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In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues;

5 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

6 O long-expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Break, morn of God, upon our eyes;
And let the world's true Sun arise!

Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1737: alt. by Rev. Thos. Cotterill, 1819, and others.