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3 Lord, we pray for pardoning grace,
In our dear Redeemer's name:

Sin remove, and in its place
Give us virtue's purest flame;
Thus, from all our sins set free,
May we rest at last with thee.

S. M.

The Lord's Bay.

1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;

Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

WATTS.

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The Eternal Sabbath.

Doddridge.

1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy churches rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor death 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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MRS. BARBAULD.

Sabbath Hymn.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?

2 From marble domes, and gilded spires,
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

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MRS. BARBAULD.

Sabbath Hymn.

1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;

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

2 To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;

Ye shall not violate, this day,
The Sabbath of the soul.

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3 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die;

And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity.

1 CALLED by the Sabbath bells away,
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,

I'll go, with willing mind to pray,
To praise thy name and hear thy word.

2 O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy
The holy calm I find in thee.

3 Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love
To tell how calm, how blest shall be
The endless day of heaven above.

1 SACRED day, forever blest!

Day of all our days the best!

Welcome hours of praise and prayer,
Free from toil, fatigue and care!

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2 Happy, happy, happy, Lord,

Those who hear and read thy word!
Happy those who dwell with thee!

Who thy grace and glory see.

3 We once more have heard thy voice,
Lord, in thee our souls rejoice;
Borne by faith to worlds on high,
Called to reign above the sky.

4 Though this day of rest we close,
Still in thee our hearts repose;
Guide and guard us all our days:
O may all our lives be praise!

C. M

MONTGOMERY.

Evening Worship.

1 ON the first Christian Sabbath eve,

When his disciples met,

O'er his lost fellowship to grieve,
Nor knew the Scripture yet, —

2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen, -
The form in which he died;

Their Master's marred and wounded mien, -
His hands, his feet, his side.

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know,

And hailed him, yet with fear;

Jesus, again thy presence show;
Meet thy disciples here.