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5 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
6 Ten thousand different lips shall join

To hail this happy morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings

On nations yet unborn.

Isaiah lvi. 7.

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E. TAYLOR.

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O thou afflicted, come;
The God of peace shall meet thee there,

He makes that house His home. 2 Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,

Your knees together bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come,

For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,

Your lips forget to move.
4 Ye young, before His throne

Your cheerful anthems raise ;
Nor let your hearts His praise disown,

Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye

In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,

And hear'st the mourner's call; 6 Up to Thy dwelling-place,

Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,

And heaven on earth be won.

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Isaiah lviii. 13. 148th M.

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And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay;
Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd,

The type of heaven's eternal rest. 2 On this auspicious morn

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. 3 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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Thy day,

John xv. 26.

C. M.

HEBER, 1

To Thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way

of dark mortality.
2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flaine,

Or tongues of various tone;
But long

Thy praises to proclaim
With fervour in our own.

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3 We mourn not that prophetic skill

Is found on earth no more ; Enough for us to trace Thy will

In scripture's sacred lore.

4 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,

No mystic dreams we share ;
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near,

And bless Thee in our prayer.

5 When tongues shall cease, and power

decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay

With faith, with hope, with love.

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1 REAT 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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BLEST bright,

John xx. 26. C. M. ELLIOTT'S SEL: 1 LEST day of God, most calm, most

The first and best of days;
The labourer's rest, the saint's delight,

A day of joyful praise.
2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine,

His rising thee did raise ;
This made thee heavenly and divine

Beyond the common days.
3 This day I must for God appear,

For, Lord, the day is Thine:
But spent and hallowed in Thy fear,

Its blessing shall be mine.

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Mal. iv. 2. L. M. C.E 1 Theisen glorious Sun of Righteousness,

on high to set Shine on us now, to heal and bless

With brighter beams than e'er before. 2 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.
3 Shine on, shine on, Thou glorious Sun,

Drink thou, my soul, the orient light,
Till that bright Sabbath be begun,

The eternal day which knows no night. 776

Matt. xil. 8. C. M. S. WESLEY, Jun. 1 LOMDconcert with the blest,

ORD of the Sabbath, Thee we praise Who, joyful, in harmonious lays Employ an endless rest.

2 On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was displayed,
By God, the Eternal Word, than when

The universe was made.
3 He rises, who mankind hath bought

With grief and pain extreme: "Twas great to speak a world from nought,

'Twas greater to redeem. 1977 Mark xvi. 2—6.

7's. 1

ORN of morns, and day of days,
From the sepulchre's dark prison,

Christ, the Light of lights, hath risen. 2 While the dead world sleeps around,

Let the sacred temples sound;
Law and prophet, and blest psalm,

Lit with holy light so calm.
3 Thus to hearts in slumber weak

Let the heavenly trumpet speak;
And, like streaks of early morn,

New ways mark the newly born. 4 Grant us this, and with us be,

Fountain of all charity,
Thou who dost the Spirit give,

Bidding the dead letters live. 5 Equal praise to Father, Son,

And to Thee, the Holy One,
By whose quickening breath divine
Our dull spirits burn and shine,

778 Matt. xiv. 23.

. . . 8.8.8.6.

C.E1 \HE Sabbath day has reached its close,

Yet, Saviour, ere I seek repose,
Grant me the peace Thy love bestows,

Smile on my evening hour.

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