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be deemed unimportant, especially to the former, seeing that we are divinely enjoined to "sing with the spirit and the understanding also," and to worship GoD "in spirit and in truth." An effort to promote these objects has been made in this volume of SION'S MELODIES, which is accompanied by earnest prayer for a gracious influence from the Spirit of Christ.

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SION'S MELODIES.

THE CHRISTIAN SABBATH.

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MORNING.

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WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise!

Welcome to each reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes!

The King himself comes near,
To feast his saints to-day;

And we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

His glories fill the place,

His sun-like graces shine;

Here we admire his wond'rous grace,
And on his breast recline.

Our willing souls would stay
In worship such as this;

And wait, and sing, and soar away
To everlasting bliss!

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Thrice welcome, then, our King,
To whose redeeming love

We owe the grace, the bliss we sing,
And nobler joys above!

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HE festal morn, O God! is come,
That calls us to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore :

Our souls with joy the voice attend;
Our willing steps thy courts ascend,
To trace thy wonders o'er.

2 While thus with joy we hail the day,
That warns our longing souls away,
Thy graces fill each breast

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For lo! our great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads us to his rest.

3 Here, He who glorifies our Head,
With dove-like form, and wings outspread,
Makes his accustomed stay:
Beneath his shade our souls revive;
Our graces in his lustre thrive,
And safety guards our way.

4 Hence, Salem's tow'ring fane we hail,
Nor shall our tongues, O Jesus! fail
To bless thy lov'd abode :
Confirm the hope that in us glows,
To scale her heights, whose walls enclose
Thy mansions, O our God!

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