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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.

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.


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.


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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