Bright as meridian day, 4 Till that blest period come, To heaven at once I go, And there commune in perfect love! I SWE WEET is the work, my God, my To praise thy name, give thanks, and To show thy love by morning light, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels, how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 5 But I shall share a glorious part ; 6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below; I 2 With long desire my spirit faints 3 Blest are the saints who dwell on high, Around thy throne, above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength; and through the road, 5 The dawn of thy returning day; My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, While thus my early vows I pay. 2 Oh, bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire One sinful thought through all the day. 3 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. 5 I Which swells, and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God. Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. That bears us to a Father's arms. HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope and strong desire, 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues. 5 In holy duties let the day I WEET is the light of Sabbath eve, And soft the sunbeams lingering there; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts to And while these sacred moments roll, And draw from heaven that sweet re- 2 Soon as the light of morning broke pose Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest O'er island, continent, or deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath, all round the world, to keep. Which for the church of God remains, 3 From east to west the sun surveyed, The end of cares, the end of pains. From north to south adoring throngs; And still, when evening stretched her 4 Do more than pardon, give us joy, shade, The stars came out to hear their songs. 4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 5 I Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To those in trouble thou wert nigh: Not one hath sought thy face in vain. Yet one prayer more !—and be it one, Fulfill thy promise to thy Son; Let all that breathe call Jesus LORD! S WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go; Thy word into our minds instill; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. 2 The day is gone, its hours have run, And thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. 3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release; With purity and inward peace, Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. 2 Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like thee. Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. WHEN 26 FABER. L. M. 6 lines. HEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, On me with beams of mercy shine! Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, 4 And at my life's last setting sun, W. SHRUBSOLE I FRO ROM every stormy wind that From every swelling tide of woes, 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds. 3 There is a scene, where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more, And heav'n comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget thy mercy-seat! I 'M 28 STOWELL. L. M. Y God, is any hour so sweet, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. From blush of morn to even- 4 Have you no words? ah! think again; Words flow apace when you complain, |