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Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.
5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing the unerring dart,
With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart:
Then dying souls for life shall sue,
Num'rous as drops of morning dew.
6 Then shall the spacious earth
Beneath thy sceptre bend;
And peace, her olive-branch
And balmy wings extend:

The dews of heaven enrich the ground,
And paradise shall bloom around.

Scott.

198. Lord's Day Morning. C. M.
THIS is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;

Why should I keep my eyelids clos'd,
And waste my hours in bed?

2 This is the day when Jesus broke
The powers of death and hell,
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well?

3 To-day with pleasure Christians meet
To pray, and read thy word;
And I would go, with cheerful feet,
To learn thy will, O Lord.

4 I'll leave the world, to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven;
O! may I love this blessed day,
The best of all the seven.

199. Sabbath Morning. T's.

1 SAFELY through another week God has brought us on our way;

Watts.

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 When we meet, thy name to praise,
Let us feel thy presence near:
May thy glory meet our eyes
While we in thy house appear:
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
4 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.

Newton.

200. Lord's Day Evening. C. M.
1 FREQUENT the day of God returns
To shed its quickening beams;

And yet how slow devotion burns;
How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love-
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;

We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine.

Brown.

201. Lord's Day Evening. L. M. 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see

A whole assembly worship thee!

At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go; 'Tis like a little heaven below; Not all my pleasures and my play Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 O write upon my memory, Lord, The texts and doctrines of thy word; That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before.

4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine;

That, hoping pardon through his blood,

I

may lie down, and wake with GOD. Watts.

202. Sabbath. L. M.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has bless'd.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,

And gives this day the food of seven.

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from Heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.

4 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
6 In holy duties, let the day

In holy pleasures pass away;

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end! Stennett. 203. The Eternal Sabbath. L. M. 1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above:

To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent love, and strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on this world of wo and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,

To sleep in death, and rest in God. Doddridge.

204. For the Lord's Day. L. M. 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing: To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast: O, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep thy counsels! how divine!

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grass they flourish, till thy breath
Blast them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer

my head.

6 Sin, my worst enemy before,

Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.

7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desir'd or wish'd below;

And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

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205. The Lord's Day. S. M.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;

Watts.