Isaac Watts, 1707

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_The Sabbath Holy._

O 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, Before th' eternal throne, Sing Holy! Holy! Holy!

To the great Three in One.

2 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.

3 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.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1858.

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_Sweet Day of Rest._ (66)

Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep, On this sweet day of rest; Oh, 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.

4 Those 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.

5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears.

In this sweet frame be found, I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms, And leave this earthly ground.

John Mason, 1683.

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_Sabbath Morn._ (60)

How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies!

So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise.

2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light!

How soon the gloom hath fled!

So o'er the new created sight Celestial bliss is spread.

3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air!

So calm may we this Sabbath be, And free from worldly care.

4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade Our bosoms all our days; And let each pa.s.sing hour be made A herald of thy praise.

5 This peace of G.o.d--how full! how sweet It flows from Jesus' breast; It makes our bliss on earth complete, It brings eternal rest.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840

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_The Lord's Day Morning._ (65)

When the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her G.o.d to seek, How sweet to hail the evening's close That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light!

3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul.

4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world's long week be o'er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more?

James Edmeston, 1820.

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_Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94)

Safely thro' another week, G.o.d has bro't 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 seek supplies of 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.

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

John Newton, 1779. _a._

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_Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98)

Welcome, delightful morn!

Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return; Lord, make these moments blest; From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, extend, While saints address thy face!

Let sinners feel thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Savior's love, And bless the sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.