3 mf No sound of jarring strife is heard, As weekly labours cease;

dim

No voice, but those that sweetly sing
Sweet songs
of peace.

4 m On all I think, or say, or do,
A ray of light divine

Is shed, O God, this day by Thee,
For it is Thine.

5 I hear the organ loudly peal,
And soaring voices raise

To Thee, their Great Creator, hymns
Of deathless praise.

6 From choir to battlement and tower
The solemn anthem rolls,
Ascending with the hidden fire
Of ransomed souls.

7 ƒ All earthly things appear to fade,
As, rising higher and higher,
The yearning voices strive to join
The heavenly choir.

8 mf For those who sing with saints below Glad songs of heavenly love,

cres

Shall sing (p) when songs on earth have ceased

With saints above.

9 m Accept, O God, my hymn of praise, That Thou this day hast given,cres Sweet foretaste of that endless day Of rest in heaven.

dim

Amen.

Godfrey Thring

62 All my fresh springs shall be in Thee, Ps. lxxxvii. 7. 78.
1 mf Now the six days' work is done,
And the worker's rest is won,

We would drink fresh springs of grace,
Seeking here our Father's Face

p Refuge of our souls, we pray,
cres Blessing pour on us to-day!

2 p Weary hand, and heart, and brain Rest in Thy bright Presence gain; Thou didst trial undergo,

3

Adam's curse of labour know,
cres That our labours all might be
f Lightened, aided, cheered by Thee.
Teach us to look up and sing
Of Thy mercies, Gracious King,
Sing, when all around is bright,
Glad and grateful in Thy sight,
dim And when shadows round us fall,
Then to praise Thee most of all.

cres

4 Thy good gift of life is given,
Souls to fit and train for heaven;
Here who, valiant, conquer sin,
There a crown of life shall win
In Thy home prepared for them
In the New Jerusalem.

5 In that city's golden street,
Loving hearts, long severed, meet,
Soul and body glorified

Shall adore the Lamb Who died.
P Jesu! may Thy kingdom come,—

Father! lead Thy children home! Amen.

Claudia F. Hernaman (1878).

63 The first day of the week. John xx. 9.
1 10 DAY of rest and gladness,
O Day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee, the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.

2

ƒ On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth;
On thee, for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee, our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee most glorious
A triple light was given.
my Thou art a port protected

From storms that round us rise;

A garden intersected

With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain

In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.

4 Thou art a holy ladder,

Where angels go and come;
Each Sunday finds us gladder,
Nearer to heaven, our home;
A day of sweet refection,
A day thou art of love:
A day of resurrection

From earth to things above.

* These verses may be omitted if desired.

7.6.

5 m To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls,
Where Gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams;
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.

New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the Rest remaining
To spirits of the blest:
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, Blest Three in One.

Amen.

Bishop Chr. Wordsworth.

1 my ON this, the holiest and best

8.8.8.8.6.

Of earth's dim days-the day of rest;

cres Oh, let my happy portion be

f

To find supreme delight in Thee,

In Thee, my God, in Thee.

2 m These precious hours I would improve In fervent prayer, in sacred love; From earth's polluting pleasures flee,

eres To find my every joy in Thee,

f

In Thee, my God, in Thee.

3 p When, humbly kneeling at Thy throne,
With deep distress my guilt I own,
Oh, let my contrite spirit see

cres What boundless mercy dwells in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.

f

4 mf When in Thy temple I adore,
And truth's unfathomed mines explore;
Or trembling praise the One in Three,
eres Fresh glories let me ever see

In Thee, my God, in Thee.

5 mf Thus on each day of holy rest,
May I with heavenly joys be blest ;
cres And in a bright eternity

f

Have my undying bliss in Thee,

In Thee, my God, in Thee.

Amen.

Anon. from W. H. M. H. Aitken's Appendix (1872).

65

He that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness,
but shall have the light of life. John viii. 12.

L.M.

1 THIS day the light, of heavenly birth, First streamed upon the new-born earth ;mf 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 ;—
mf Jesu, may we raised be

From death of sin, to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven flame ;-
myO Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace
to pray.

4 PO day of Light, and Life, and Grace!
From earthly toils sweet resting-place!
eres Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
/ Give we again to God above. Amen.
Bishop W. W. How.