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822 He is risen from the dead.—Matt.

28, 7.

1 BLEST morning, whose young dawn:

ing rays

Beheld our rising God:

That saw Him triumph o'er the dust, And leave His dark abode !

2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,

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

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our Lord 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.

5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;

Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and

seas,

With glad hosannas ring.

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823 The Sabbath was made for man.—

Mark 2, 27.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

the kindling ray;

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours celestial day..

2 O what a night was that which wraps A sinful world in gloom!

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

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

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

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

Which scatters blessings from above,
To nations yet unborn.

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824 In the morning will I direct my

prayer unto Thee.-Ps. 5, 3.

1 LORD, in the morning Thou shalt My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye:

[hear

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

4 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.
5.0 may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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825 The rest of the holy Sabbath. —

Ex. 16, 23.

1 GREAT Creator, who this day

From Thy perfect work didst rest; By the souls that own Thy sway, Hallowed be its hours and blest; Cares of earth aside be thrown, This day given to heaven alone. 2 Saviour, who this day didst break The dark prison of the tomb, Bid my slumbering soul awake, Shine through all its sin and gloom; Let me, from my bonds set free, Rise from sin and live to Thee.

3 Blessed Spirit, Comforter,

Sent this day from Christ on high;
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify;
All Thine influence shed abroad,
Lead me to the truth of God.

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826 A day in Thy courts is better than

1

BLE

a thousand.-Ps. 84, 10.

LEST day of God, most calm, most The first and best of days; [bright, The labourer's rest, the saint's delight, Sweet day of joy and praise!

2 Daily, O Lord, Thy flocks are blest
In pastures large and fair;
But better is the weekly feast
Provided by Thy care.

3 Welcome, kind Shepherd, to Thy sheep
Are these sweet tastes of love;
But what a Sabbath shall they keep,
When safe with Thee above!

4 How wise Thy love, how light its chain! Which binds us to be free,

Cuts short our toil, ensures our gain, And lifts our souls to Thee.

5 Here, as we sing, and hear, and pray,
And all Thy footsteps trace,

We seem to tread the pleasant way.
That leads us to Thy face.

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Early will I seek Thee.-Ps. 63, 1.
ARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;

EA

My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision all divine!

4 Not life itself, with all her joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice
As Thy forgiving love.

5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray
And tune my lips to sing.

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828 Peace be within Thy walls.--Ps.

1

122, 7.

THE festalls me to Thy honoured festal morn, my God, is come, Thy presence to adore:

[dome,

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps Thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The heaven-protected tribes ascend;
Their offerings hither bring:

Here, eager to attest their joy, [ploy,
In hymns of praise their tongues em-
And hail the immortal King.

3 Be peace implored by each on Thee,
O Zion, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray:

How blest who calls himself Thy friend!
Success his labours shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

4 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Zion, fail
To bless thy loved abode?

How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls enclose
The mansions of my God?

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829 It is a good thing to give thanks

unto the Lord.-Ps. 92, 1.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my

King,
[sing,
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His

word;

Thy works of grace, how bright they

shine!

How deep Thy counsels, how divine!

1

4 Then shall I share a glorious part
When grace has well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;

And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

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830 A day in Thy courts is better than

1

a thousand.-Ps. 84, 10.

HO Lord, Thy sacred courts appear! OW lovely, how divinely sweet, Fain would my longing passions meet The glories of Thy presence there. 2 O blest the men, blest their employ, Whom Thy indulgent favours raise To dwell in those abodes of joy, And sing Thy never-ceasing praise. 3 One day within Thy sacred gate Affords more real joy to me

Than thousands in the tents of state: The meanest place is bliss with Thee, 4 God is a Sun; our brightest day From His reviving presence flows; God is a Shield, through all the way, To guard us from surrounding foes. 5 He pours His kindest blessings down, Profusely down, on souls sincere ; And grace shall guide, and glory crown The happy favourites of His care. 6 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace, How blest, divinely blest, is he

Who trusts Thy love, and seeks Thy face, And fixes all his hopes on Thee!

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831 Unto you shall the Sun of right

THOU

eousness arise.-Mal. 4, 2.

HOU glorious Sun of Righteousness
Risen on high to set no more,