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774 John xx. 26. C. M. ELLIOTT'S SEL
LEST day of God, most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The labourer's rest, the saint's delight,
2 My Saviour's face did make thee shine,
This made thee heavenly and divine
3 This day I must for God appear,
But spent and hallowed in Thy fear,
THOU glorious Sun of Righteousness,
Risen on high to set no more,
Shine on us now, to heal and bless
3 Shine on, shine on, Thou glorious Sun,
776 Matt. xii. 8. C. M. S. WESLEY, Jun.
LORD of the Sabbath, Thee we praise
In concert with the blest,
Who, joyful, in harmonious lays
2 On this glad day a brighter scene
By God, the Eternal Word, than when
3 He rises, who mankind hath bought
"Twas great to speak a world from nought, 'Twas greater to redeem.
Mark xvi. 2-6.
ORN of morns, and day of days,
M silent as the morning's rays,
From the sepulchre's dark prison,
Law and prophet, and blest psalm,
3 Thus to hearts in slumber weak
Thou who dost the Spirit give,
7778 Matt. xiv. 23.
188.8.131.52. C. E.
HE Sabbath day has reached its close,
Grant me the peace Thy love bestows,
2 O heavenly Comforter, sweet guest,
3 O ever present, ever nigh,
4 My only Intercessor, Thou,
5 And O, when life's short course shall end, And death's dark shades around impend, My God, my everlasting Friend,
Smile on my evening hour.
Isaiah ii. 3, 4. L. M. MONTGOMERY. ILLIONS within Thy courts have met, Millions this day before Thee bowed
Their faces Zion-ward were set,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed:
2 But Thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And hast accepted those alone,
In spirit and truth that worshipped Thee.
3 People of many a tribe and tongue,
4 Soon as the light of morning broke
5 From east to west, the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still, when evening stretched her shade,
The stars came out to hear their songs.
6 Harmonious as the winds and seas, In halcyon hours, when storms are flown, Arose earth's Babel languages,
In pure accordance to Thy throne.
7 Not angel-trumpets sound more clear,
9 Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod,
10 Yet one prayer more!—and be it one,
Let all that breathe call Jesus, Lord.
PUBLIC WORSHIP-ITS COMMENCE
Psalm lxix. 34. 7's. MONTGOMERY.
NONGS of praise the angels sang,
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
4 And shall man alone be dumb,
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
6 Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
Rev. vii. 9-12. C. M. MONTGOMERY.
we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await