Spirit of truth and love,
Speed forth thy flight; Move on the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place let there be light!"
Blessed and Holy Three, Glorious Trinity,
Wisdom, Love, Might!
Boundless as ocean's tide
Rolling in fullest pride,
Through the world far & wide" let there be light!"
54. SABBATH. Is. lviii. 13. (Sicilian.)
1 Day of seven! first and dearest, Thou the mourner's calm retreat, Bearing those that love thee nearest To the Saviour's mercy seat.
2 Day of worship! let me call thee Holy, consecrated, blest, O whate'er in life befall me, In thy stillness may I rest.
3 Day of mercy! be thou ever Honorable to our Lord,
Rich in offerings to the giver
Of Salvation's precious word.
4 Day of blessings! may my spirit Find thee ever a delight,
While I plead my Saviour's merit, And implore his conquering might.
5 Day of Glory! from earth's pleasure, While thou shinest, let me cease, Till thou art my joy, my treasure, Foretaste of eternal peace.
SABBATH. (Rockingham.)
1 Bless God, my soul, whose boundless love Recalls thy thoughts to things above: Thy hymns of praise should heav'nward rise, Like the sweet evening sacrifice.
2 This day the Lord of life arose, And triumphed o'er his mighty foes: He closed the gates of death and hell, And opened heaven where angels dwell.
3 Angels in heaven and saints on earth Unite this day in holy mirth; I'll join the happy choir and raise The feeble tribute of my praise.
4 Glory to Thee by whom I'm blessed With this return of hallowed rest: Life, peace, and mercy spring from Thee, And Thou dost give them all to me.
SABBATH. (Low-Harrogate.)
1 On each return of holy rest,
The day my heavenly Father blest, O let my happy portion be
To find supreme delight in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
2 Those precious hours I would improve In fervent prayer, in sacred love, From earth's polluting pleasures free To find my every joy in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
3 The pilgrim's toil I needs must share, And sin's oppressive burden bear, But on the Sabbath, Lord, I'll flee To find a happy peace in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
4 When gospel messages I hear, O may the Holy Dove be near To seal thy promises to me, And give new confidence in Thee,
In Thee, my God in Thee.
SABBATH. (Low-Harrogate.)
1 When humbly kneeling at thy throne, With deep distress my guilt I own, Then let my contrite spirit see Enough of pardoning grace in Thee, In Thee, my God, in Thee.
2 When in thy temple I adore,
And truth's exhaustless mines explore, Or, trembling, praise the One in Three, Fresh glories let me view in Thee
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
3 When to thy table, I repair Be Thon my Saviour with me there; Fix my whole heart on Calvary Until my soul is lost in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
4 Thus on each day of holy rest May I with fruits of joy be blessed, Till, in a bright eternity,
I have my perfect bliss in Thee,
In Thee, my God, in Thee.
1 Awake my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake and lift up thyself my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long nnwearied sing High glory to the eternal King.
3 Lord I my vows to Thee renew, Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill.
1 To God, my soul, thy praise address, His daily gifts are numberless : Behold the sun's returning ray Has turned the darkness into day.
2 Thus did the Sun of life dispel The cheerless night of death and hell; And thus once more shall He arise To light his ransomed to the skies.
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