Arr. by T. HASTINGS.

HALLE. 7s, 61.

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

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.

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.

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.

H. Bonar.

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.

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S. S. WESLEY.

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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:

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!"

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.