Shine on us now, to heal and bless With brighter beams than e'er before. 2 Shine on Thy work of grace within, On each celestial blossom there; Destroy each bitter root of sin, And make Thy garden fresh and fair. 3 Shine on Thy pure eternal word, Its mysteries to our souls reveal; And whether read, remembered, heard, O let it quicken, strengthen, heal. 4 Shine on the temples of Thy grace, In holy robes Thy priests be clad; Unveil the brightness of Thy face, And make Thy chosen people glad. 5 Shine, till Thy glorious beams shall chase The brooding cloud from every eye! Till every earthly dwelling-place Shall hail the Day-spring from on high. 6 Shine on, shine on, Eternal Sun! Pour richer floods of life and light, Till that bright Sabbath be begun, That glorious day which knows no night.

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8320 come, let us worship and bow

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down.-Ps. 95, 6.

COME sound His praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing;

Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;

The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;

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We are His works, and not our own,
He formed us by His word.

To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod:

Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.,

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833 When Jesus was risen early the

first day of the week.-Mark 16, 9. WAKE, ye saints, awake,

1A and hall this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay;

Come bless the day that God hath blest The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn

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The Lord of life arose,

And burst the bars of death,
And vanquished all our foes:
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.

All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings;
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Great King, gird on Thy sword;
Ascend Thy conquering car;
While justice, power, and love
Maintain the glorious war:

This day let sinners own Thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms away.

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The Sabbath a delight.-Isa. 58, 13.

HOW welcome to the saints, when

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With six days' noise, and care, ond toil Is the returning day of rest, [awhile Which hides them from the world 2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away, They seem to breathe a different air; Composed and softened by the day, All things another aspect wear. 3 With joy they hasten to the place Where they the Saviour oft have met; And, while they feast upon His grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. 4 This highly favoured lot is oursMay we the privilege improve;

And find these consecrated hours Sweet earnests of the joys above. 5 We thank Thee for Thy day, O Lord: Here we Thy promised presence seek; Open Thy hand with blessings stored, And give us manna for the week.

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835 I was in the Spirit on the Lord's

day. Rev 1, 10.

FATHER! though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way,

Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be Thine to-day.

2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at Thy shrine;
But each unholy thought departs,
And leaves the temple Thine.

3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born;

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

4 At least until to-morrow wait;
Keep back your harsh control;
To-day ye shall not desecrate
The Sabbath of the soul.

5 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts; Let restless passions die:

And, cleansed from sin, may we behold The God of purity!

L.M.

836 There remaineth therefore a rest to

the people of God.-Heb. 4, 9.

1 ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows

And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from the desert rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our labouring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell. shall reach the place; No groans, to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues.

4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose:
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
5 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.

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Thou shalt rest.-Dan. 12, 13.

FREQUENT the day of God returns

To shed its quickening beams.
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;

We would be like Thy saints above,
And praise Thee while we live.

Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The Sabbath ne'er shall end:

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine:

5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our powers employ;
Delighted range the ethereal plains
And take our fill of joy.

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Then face to face.-1 Cor. 13, 12.

WHEN, O dear Jesus, when shall I

Behold Thee all serene;

Blest in perpetual Sabbath-day,
Without a veil between ?

2 Assist me, while I wander here,
Amidst a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.

3 Release my soul from every chain-
No more sin's captive led;
And pardon a repenting child,
For whom the Saviour bled.

4 Spare me, my God, O spare the soul
That gives itself to Thee;
Take all that I possess below,
And give Thyself to me..

5 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give,
To be my Guide and Friend,
To light my paths to ceaseless joys,
To Sabbaths without end.

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839 Receive not the grace of God in

vain.-2 Cor. 6, 3.

1 THE light of Sabbath eve
Is fading fast away;
What pleasing record will it leave
To crown the closing day?

2 Is it a Sabbath spent,

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Fruitless, and vain, and void,

Or have these precious moments lent
Been usefully employed?

How dreadful and how drear,

In yon dark world of pain,

Will Sabbath seasons lost appear,

That cannot come again!

God of these blissful hours,

O may we never dare

To waste, in worldly thoughts of ours, These sacred days of prayer!

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840 Thy word have I hid in mine heart.

-Ps. 119, 11.

1 THIS sacred day, great God, we close With gratitude and love,

And bless Thee for the joyful news,
Which hail us from above.

2 May we retain the glorious truths
Recorded in Thy word,

And, with obedient lives, adorn
The doctrines of the Lord.

3 Ere long we hope to meet and join
The ransomed throng in bliss;
With joy Thy earthly courts we'll leave
To dwell where Jesus is.