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2 Saviour, who this day didst break
From the bondage of the tomb,
Bid our slumbering souls awake;
Shine through all their sin and gloom;
Let us, from our bonds set free,
Rise from sin, and live to Thee.

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33 L. M. 1 This day the light, of heavenly birth, First streamed upon the new-born earth: O Lord, this day upon us shine, And fill our souls with light divine.

2 This day the Saviour left the grave,
And rose, omnipotent to save:
O Jesus, may we raiséd be
From death of sin to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came,
With fiery tongues | cloven flame:
O i. fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray.

40 day of Light, and Life, and Grace!
From earthly toils sweet resting-place!
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
We give again to God above.
William Walsham How. 1859. a.
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34 C. M. 1 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, The first and best of days; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, The day of prayer and praise!

2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine,
His rising did thee raise;
This made thee heavenly and divine
- Beyond the common days.

3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they that do a Sabbath love,
• A happy week shall find.

4 This day must I for God appear,
For, Lord, the day is Thine;
0 let me spend it in Thy fear,
Then shall the day be mine.

John Mason. 1683. a.

35 Licht von Licht, erleuchte mich. 7,8,7.

1 Light of light, enlighten me,
Now anew the day is dawning;
Sun of grace, the shadows flee,
Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning.
With Thy joyous sunshine blest,
Happy is my day of rest!

2 Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy living waters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul release,
And with grace and mercy feed me.
Bless Thy Word, that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.

3

Kindle Thou the sacrifice
That upon my lips is lying;
Clear the shadows from mine eyes,
That, from every error flying,
No strange fire within me glow
That Thine altar doth not know.

4 Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, holy, holy, singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,
All my soul to Thee up-springing,
Have a foretaste inly given,
How they worship Thee in heaven.

5 Rest in me and I in Thee, -
- Build a paradise within me;
0 reveal Thyself to me,
Blessed Love, who diedst to win me:
Fed from Thine exhaustless urn,
Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.

6 Hence all care, all vanity,
For the day to God is holy:
'Come, thou glorious Majesty,
Deign to fill this temple lowly;
Naught to-day my soul shall move,
Simply resting in Thy Love.
Miss Winkworth. 1858.
Tr. Benjamin Schmolk. 1731.

36 7's. 1 SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way: Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in His courts to-day; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week, our praise demand;
Guarded by Thy mighty power,
Fed and guided by Thy hand;
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in Thee.

4 Here we're come, Thy name to praise;
Let us feel Thy presence near:
May Thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in Thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May the Gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints.
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the Church above.
John Newton. 1779. a.

37 L. M. 1 ANot HER six days’ work is done, Another Sabbath is begun : Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God has blest.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose Love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

3 Thou our only Life and Guide?
Never leave us nor forsake:
In Thy light may we abide
Till the endless morning break;
Moving on to Zion's hill,
[Onward, upward,J homeward still!
H. L. L. 1853. a.
Tr. Christian Knorr von Rosenroth. 1684.

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

41 PSALM 132. C. M. 1 ARIse, O King of grace, arise, And enter to Thy rest; Behold, Thy Church, with longing eyes, Waits to be owned and blest. 2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and Thy Word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows; To day the oints. His triumph spread, And all His wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son; Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from Thy throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God His Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise. Watts. 1719.

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