Our Sabbath bring a short relief,
Yet leave us but to mourn again.
3 Ye peaceful days! and thou blest sun!
Why roll ye in such haste away?
Ye happy hours! why flow ye on
So fast towards eternity?

4 O! if ye bring an endless day,

Speed fast along, nor ever cease; We'll gladly feel your joys decay, In perfect and enduring bliss.

C. M.

326. Sabbath Morning. Psalm cxviii. 24. ON this sweet morn my Lord arose, Triumphant o'er the grave!

He dies to vanquish all my foes,
And lives again to save.

2 This is the day for holy rest,
Yet clouds will gather soon,
Except my Lord become my guest,
And put my harp in tune.

3 No heavenly fire my heart can raise,
Without the Spirit's aid;

His breath must kindle pray'r and praise,
Or I am cold and dead.

4 On all the flocks thy Spirit pour,
And saving health convey;
A sweet, refreshing Sunday show'r
Will make them sing and pray.
5 Direct thy shepherds how to feed
The flocks of thy own choice;
Give savour to the heavenly bread,
And bid the folds rejoice.

627.

C. M.

Sabbath Morning.

COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep

On this sweet day of rest;

O bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.

2 Welcome, and precious to my soul,
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep,
When I shall rest above!

3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace,
Here, in thine own appointed way,
I wait to see thy face.

These are the sweet and precious days
On which my Lord I've seen;
And oft, when feasting on his word,
In raptures I have been.

Y

5 0 if my soul, when death appears,
In this sweet frame be found:
I'd clasp my Saviour in my arms,
And leave this earthly ground.

6 I long for that delightful hour,
When from this clay undrest,
I shall be cloth'd in robes divine,
And made for ever blest.

628.

P. M.
Sabbath Morning

SAFELY thro' 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 While we seck supplies of grace, Thro' the dear Redeemer's name Show thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free, biay we rest this day in thee

3 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.
May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints.
Thus let all our sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

629.

(405.) L. M. Confidence in God.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far is pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home: But he forgives my follies past,

And strength supplies for days to come 3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow of my head: lis ever watchful eye will keep Its constant guard around my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning may I bear Thy loving kindness on my heart!

EVENING HYMNS.

L. M.

630. An Evening Hymn. Job viii. 9.

ANOTHER fleeting day

is

gone,

Stow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies,

2 Another fleeting day is gone,
Swept from the records of the year;
And still with each successive sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.
8 Another flecting day is gone,

To tell thy secrets, O my soul;
Faithful before th' eternal throne
Thy slightest folly 'twill enrol.

4 Another fleeting day is gone,
To join the fugitives before!
And I, when life's employ is done,
Shall sleep, to wake in time no more,

5 Another fleeting day is gone,

And soon a fairer day shall rise; A day, whose never-setting sun, Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies.

6 Another fleeting day is gone,

In solemn silence rest, my soul;
Bend-bend before his awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll!

631.

1

L. M.
Evening Hymn,

GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

8 Teach me to live, that I

may dread

The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.

4 Lord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care;

'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love.

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

632.

1

P. M.
Evening Hymn.

OMNIPRESENT God, whose aid

No one ever ask'd in vain, Be this night about my bed, Every evil thought restrain:

2 Lay thy hand upon my soul, God of my unguarded hours! All my enemies control,

Hell, and earth, and nature's powers,
3 Loose me from the chains of sense,
Set me from the body free:
Draw with stronger influence
My unfetter'd soul to thee

4 In me, Lord, thyself reveal,
Fill me with a sweet surprise;
Let me thee, when waking, feel,
Let me in thine image rise.

O LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.

2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear
The song which meckness pours.

3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;