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Arr. by T. HASTINGS.

HALLE. 7s, 61.

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light,

Sun of Righteousness, a-rise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

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CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, If thy light is hid from me; Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiant Sun divine!

Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.

Charles Wesley.

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Now, FROM labor and from care,
Evening shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and prayer,
Lord! I would converse with thee:
Oh, behold me from above,
Fill me with a Saviour's love.
2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe,
Wither all my earthly joys;
Naught can charm me here below,

But my Saviour's melting voice;
Lord! forgive-thy grace restore,
Make me thine for evermore.

3 For the blessings of this day, For the mercies of this hour, For the gospel's cheering ray,

For the Spirit's quickening power,— Grateful notes to thee I raise;

Oh, accept my song of praise.

Thomas Hastings.

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KELSO. 7s, 61.

E. J. HOPKINS.

Every morning mercies new

Fall as fresh as early dew; Every morn-ing let

us pay

Trib-ute with the ear-ly day; For thy mercies, Lord,are sure: Thy compassion doth en-dure.

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EVERY morning mercies new
Fall as fresh as early dew;
Every morning let us pay
Tribute with the early day;
For thy mercies, Lord, are sure:
Thy compassion doth endure.

2 Still the greatness of thy love
Daily doth our sins remove;
Daily, far as east to west,
Lifts the burden from the breast;
Gives unbought to those who pray
Strength to stand in evil day.

3 Let our prayers each morn prevail,
That these gifts may never fail;
And, as we confess the sin
And the tempter's power within,
Feed us with the bread of life;
Fit us for our daily strife.

4 As the morning light returns,
As the sun with splendor burns,
Teach us still to turn to thee,
Ever-blesséd Trinity,

With our hands our hearts to raise,
In unfailing prayer and praise.

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H. Bonar.

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LORD, it is thy holy day;
Here we meet to praise and pray;
Joining with one heart and mind,
Earthly cares we leave behind.
On the day which thou hast made,
Us in our rejoicings aid.

2 Glad as when the glorious shout
Of the morning stars rang out,
Thee, Creator, will we praise,
And our hymns of triumph raise.
Sun and moon, your songs unite;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!

3 Louder yet our strains be borne,
Mindful of that happy morn,
When the world's Redeemer rose,
Victor from the grave's repose;
Who by death subdued the grave:
Mighty he our souls to save.

4 Looking for that rest above,
For the Sabbath of thy love,
Here to-day by hope we rise
To our mansion in the skies:
Here by faith and love prepare
For our endless Sabbath there.

Anon., 1863.

AURELIA. 75, 6s. D.

S. S. WESLEY.

O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful,most bright;

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On thee,the high and lowly, Bending before the throne, Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, To the Great Three in One.

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Foretastes of Heaven.

THE dawn of God's new Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain.

It comes as cooling showers
To cheer a thirsting land,
As shades of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.

2 Lord, we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In thy pure presence kneeling
From bondage to be freed;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all our work undone,
So many talents wasted,

So few true conquests won.

3 Yet still, O Lord long-suffering, Still grant us in our need Here in thy holy presence

The saving name to plead; And on thy day of blessings,

Within thy temple walls, To foretaste the pure worship Of Zion's golden halls:

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WHILE We lowly bow before thee,
Wilt thou, gracious Saviour, hear?
We are poor and needy sinners,
Full of doubt and full of fear;
Gracious Saviour,

Make us humble and sincere. 2 Fill us with thy Holy Spirit;

Sanctify us by thy grace;

Oh, incline us more to love thee,
And in dust our souls abase.

Hear us, Saviour,

And unvail thy glorious face.

3 None in vain did ever ask thee For the Spirit of thy love;

Hear us, then, dear Saviour, hear us; Grant an answer from above;

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Father, hear us!"

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Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,
Great Jehovah, Three in One:
Glory, glory,
While eternal ages run!

2 Glory be to him who loved us, Washed us from each spot and stain;

Glory be to him who bought us,
Made us kings with him to reign:

Glory, glory,

To the Lamb that once was slain!

3 Glory, blessing, praise eternal!
Thus the choir of angels sings;
Honor, riches, power, dominion!
Thus its praise creation brings:
Glory, glory,

Glory to the King of kings.

Horatius Bonar.

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